They ignored me. Their claws flashed, slicing through the air into my limbs. Agonizing pain shot through my body as, one by one, my limbs were severed. I could feel my strength draining, my vision blurring. The only thing keeping me conscious was the life force of the Demon Alpha still burning inside me.
Lila laughed, covering her mouth with her hand as she looked down at me, now reduced to a broken heap. “Look at her—no hands, no legs, and still trying to protect her enormous belly like some kind of kingpin!”
I gritted my teeth, glaring at her through the haze of pain. “You’ll regret this,” I hissed.
Her eyes flickered with amusement. “In the Nine Realms, no one makes this wolf regret anything.”
Then, with a wicked grin, she stepped forward and plunged her claws into my belly, tearing through my skin like it was nothing. I gasped as the pain threatened to overwhelm me, my consciousness slipping in and out. But even through the fog, I saw it—the moment she pulled my son from my womb, his tiny body covered in blood, yet fighting, his hands flailing in protest.