Chapter Fifty-Seven

Liora stroked her belly absent-mindedly as Maia had more racks of maternity dresses rolled into the dressing room. The gamma was so excited to have her try on the girly designs, but Liora didn’t have the heart to admit how bored she was.

Ironic, considering how deeply Liora was drawn into the fantasy of ripping out her friend’s neck.

Her belly had swelled quickly over the month, along with the darkness. Her eyes remained black since the ritual, and everyone around Liora handled her with kid gloves. None of her clothes would fit right anymore, so Maia surprised her with an impromptu shopping spree.

If you could even call it that.

She couldn’t step a foot outside the settlement, not in her condition–with her obsidian eyes–and her pregnant belly. So Ronin had everything brought to her.

Sometimes she was tempted to strangle her mate just to be done with his over-protectiveness.

‘Ah-ta-ta,’ her wolf tsked, ‘don’t even think of killing our mate.’

‘But thinking of killing Maia is on the ta