Chapter 4

All eyes in the room pierced me like needles.

Someone in the guest seats gasped, others whispered, but most chose silence.

On Blackwood Clan grounds, no one dared challenge Victoria.

Lucas finally turned his head. Not to look at me. To look at Monica.

Only for a heartbeat.

In that instant, I saw something in his gaze I'd never seen when he looked at me: softness, possessiveness, and the satiated look of fulfilled instinct.

It was the primal reaction of an Alpha to the woman carrying his child.

When he looked at me, there were always two expressions: gentle dominance…