Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Just a breath.
A broken breath, hot and shallow and shaking like it didn’t belong to her anymore.
Lucien didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even breathe right. His c**k throbbed inside her, so deep it felt like his f*****g soul was lodged in her womb.
Her lashes fluttered. Her eye…those soft, shell-shocked little eyes…locked onto his face like she was trying to figure out if he was real or just another hallucination the pain conjured.
“Lucien,” she whispered again, softer this time. Like a plea.
Like a prayer.
Like she wasn’t sure whether to reach for him or run.
He stroked her cheek.
His voice came out raw. Low. Like gravel soaked in blood.
“I’m here, little Omega,” he said. “I never left.”
She flinched when he moved. Just a twitch. Just
