Pregnant. Hunted. And no longer safe.

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Alexander’s POV

It had been six months since we received word that Chase had escaped. Half a year of hunting shadows, interrogating the Harper brothers until blood dripping from every organ but still, nothing. I'd shattered ribs, broken hands, cracked skulls. But the bastards held firm.

Their silence was a vow, and their hate for me, the man who killed their cousin ran deeper than any threat of pain.

Let them rot.

They weren't the ones suffering the most. That honor belonged to me.

Watching Lily unravel day after day, that was torture my enemies couldn't match. My strong, stubborn wife reduced to...