Page 186 of Their Lethal Pet

I can almost taste the plan in their minds, but a shriek from my sister draws me out of my connection and forces me to refocus on the room.

“Let my sister go!” Serapina demands.

I’ve missed something in their conversation because the Viscount now has my sister pinned against a wall.

“Stop it,” he demands. “I need to focus, and I can’t have you throwing a tantrum while I’m in the middle of ensnaring an Alpha.”

“You’re hurting her!” Serapina insists, making me frown.

Because I feel fine.

Except… except as I glance down… I realize the invisible binds have turned into something else. Electric currents zap across my skin as energy writhes around me, the tendrils a startling white color.

My stomach clenches in response, the life inside me flickering with panic.

The baby, I think, realization smacking me across the face.She’s… it’s… whatever this is, it’s trying to hurt the baby!

Serapina screams as she falls to the ground. The Viscount is standing over her, growling out words I can’t quite hear.

My world is swimming.

My vision going in and out.

There’s an urgent sound in my head. Male voices. More growls. I… I can’t…

I swallow.

My stomach aches.

My heart… ithurts.

And my soul… my soul issnarling.

Or maybe that’s the men in my head?

It’s hard to say where it’s coming from, but Ifeelthe rumbles vibrating up and down my limbs. Sense the fury deep inside.Smellthe aggression.

The source radiates all around me. Within me. Outside of me. In the air. In my heart. Reverberating in my very spirit.

An instinct born of possession and protection tumbles through my being, making my limbs strain against the bindings. Pushing forward. Demanding freedom.

My child. My creation. My future.

The threat isn’t acceptable. The power is foreign and obtrusive. The energy needs to leave me the fuck alone.

I shove the presence away from me. Fight the ropes surrounding me. And demand that the entityrelease me.

Someone bellows. It’s a loud, masculine bark of sound that soon morphs into a feminine shriek.

I don’t know what’s happening. I can’tsee. Everything is white. Everything burns. Everything feels constricting. Like I can’t breathe.

But I force my lungs to work, the hint of refreshing air helping to draw me from the dizzying fog.

Push forward,I tell myself.Fight this!

The life inside me is quivering, begging me to protect it.

I can’t give up.