Chapter 22

Hanna’s POV

Byron lifted me up into his arms. “Off to bed for you, my beautiful mate.” I pouted.

“But you all promised.” He chuckled, and looked down at me. He kissed my forehead.

“Yes, we did promise. We promised later, but we didn't exactly say how much later.” I growled at him. The further along I got in my pregnancy the more testy I felt. It felt like my whole self was changing, not just my body. I felt like I could be more assertive with my mates. My abuse still played heavy in my soul. Sometimes I still feel like I don’t deserve my mates, or the love they give me. I looked down, maybe they weren’t interested in me, as my belly grows with each passing day.

“Don’t.” Byron lifted my chin and washed away the doubts. With that one word he planted a hot kiss on my lips. I felt my doubt edging away, giving way to a rising heat. My need felt like an endless river pouring into me, threatening to drown me. He set me down slowly. Every ridge of his body still prominent under his clothes