Eira's POV
Lucian did not step back. Instead, he moved closer.
"Until how long are you going to hide behind your pregnancy?" he asked quietly.
I swallowed hard.
Alright. My pregnancy was the only shield I had against these powerful wolves. What else could I use? I was not strong enough to fight them, and there were no other excuses left to hold onto.
And I would use it every time I felt cornered. Because I knew they would stop for the baby's sake.
But he was right.
Until how long?
Once the baby was born, there would be nothing left to hide behind.
Fuck. My life was going to be fucked.
His hand settled over my slightly rounded belly, warm and firm, while his gaze studied my face as if he could see straight through my fear. "Only a few months left."
I instinctively stepped back, only to hit the edge of the bed. I almost lost my balance, but a hand caught my waist, holding me steady before I could fall.
