~Aria~

In the evening, Damon and I strolled the mansion holding hands. I intentionally avoided meeting his gaze, afraid I'd see that dirty teasing smirk in his eyes, reminding me about hours ago.

As we strolled, I suddenly recalled him saying, “The baby kicked. Your stomach must be hurting” and I smiled hard. He had said it with such fear and was panicking. It felt so funny seeing the almighty Alpha Damon look so dumb and clueless.

“You were saying something,” he started quietly.

“Saying what?” I asked.

He glanced at me. “Back at the dining table, you said something…”

I frowned, recalling saying absolutely nothing during the dinner. At...