Eira’s POV
Damn. I had never seen him like this before. The easy arrogance, the smug smiles, the taunts were gone. It was as if the beast he kept restrained within himself had finally risen to the surface.
Even my wolf recoiled at the threat. She trembled inside me, retreating into the shadows of my mind, silently urging me not to provoke this bloodsucker any further.
That meant he was serious. He had meant every single word.
"Still want me to fuck you?" he asked, his tone no longer teasing but edged with warning.
I shook my head at once.
I had decided not to provoke this bastard again, at least not when I was alone with him. The other four had never felt this terrifying. Not like this. Not in this raw, predatory way.
Perhaps it was because he was a vampire. A natural predator of werewolves which made him this dangerous to my senses.
He released his hold on my neck, and his gaze drifted downward, settling over my chest, over my heart.
Could he hear it pounding?
Of course he could.
My pulse was racing wildly, betraying the fear I struggled to conceal.
He closed his eyes briefly, as though reining himself in. When he opened them again, the lethal glint that had frozen me moments ago was gone. In its place was something restrained, almost regretful.
His hands rose and gently smoothed my hair back into place, fingers careful and deliberate. "I didn’t mean to scare you."
But you did, I protested silently in my mind.
He cupped my face in his palm and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "I’ll be careful not to scare you again. Now calm down."
I drew in a slow breath. Then another. I forced my racing heart to steady, willing both my body and my wolf to settle.
Gradually, the storm within me began to quiet.
We went downstairs as if nothing happened. Nothing like how he made me come at his fingers, or him threatening me had happened.
The moment the others saw me, their gazes shifted, exactly as I had anticipated, settling on the white pullover draped over my dress.
I opened my mouth to explain.
But a certain bastard spoke first.
"Hey, Jason," Rafe called casually, "I had to give her your pullover. She was too embarrassed to walk around with her uncovered tits."
The fuck.
I stood there, utterly stunned.
Jason, though focused on driving, had clearly heard him. His eyes flicked toward us through the rearview mirror. I caught the subtle way his gaze assessed the pullover on me, recognizing it.
Out of everyone, he had to give me Jason’s.
"Rafe, you shameless bastard," I hissed, glancing around quickly to check on Raven.
"He is sleeping," Roman, who was hiding his smile at my embarrassment, gestured towards the bed at the other end where Raven was sleeping.
I let out a sigh, and turned back to Rafe. The bastard was so serious a while ago and now he was back to being shitty.
"What?" he shrugged, "As your doctor you should let Jason know how your tits hurt in confinement due to pregnancy. He might offer you a solution," he raised his hand in front of me to show me, "Though I believe my hands did a good job at it."
My breathing grew heavier with anger. I truly wanted to kill this bastard.
I did not dare look at the others, but I was certain they were suppressing their laughter just as Roman was.
"I don’t want your help or anyone else’s," I snapped under my breath, keeping my voice low. "You’d better shut your mouth."
"They already know everything without me saying a word," he replied coolly, settling himself onto the sofa as if he had not just humiliated me in front of everyone.
I looked at others finally. Kael and Roman, and Lucian came to us from the co-driver seat. I could tell they knew.
"If he failed to satisfy you, I’m here for more," Lucian remarked lightly.
Kael and Roman wore similar expressions, infuriatingly calm, faintly amused. These brothers truly were peas in the same pod.
Not one of them told Rafe to behave.
I took a step back, heat still lingering on my cheeks. "I’m fine. I just want to be alone."
I turned, intending to walk toward Raven.
Suddenly—
"Ahh..." My breath hitched as I clutched my round belly in surprise. "Ouch..."
"What happened?"
All four of them were at my side in an instant.
Kael guided me gently onto the sofa, his hands firm yet careful. The others formed a protective circle around us.
"What happened?" Roman asked, worry etched clearly across his face.

Kael’s POV
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