*~Young Lilith's POV~*
"I'm serious," I stammered, my throat dry.
Jonathan only smirked, his eyes dropping again to my swollen stomach like it was the center of his universe.
"Like I said," he murmured, voice low and dangerous, "you're still mine. But… I no longer feel that push towards you. Not the way I used to." His jaw tightened, but his gaze never left my belly. "I feel it now… in there."
My breath caught. The air left my chest like a punch.
"What nonsense are you saying?" I struggled, forcing myself to stand, my hand stretched toward him in anger. "My child hasn't even been born. What right do you have to—"
"She's your mate," I spat, fury cracking through my voice. "Do you even hear yourself?"
"I don't know how," he admitted, his lips twisting into a smile that chilled me. "But I can feel it." His eyes gleamed, and he leaned closer. "She's mine."
"Stay away from me, you creep." My voice shook, but I didn't care. "This child hasn't even been born yet, and you—"
