Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“Azlynn?”

Xavion was stunned, reaching out. His hand hovered over mine around his neck, as if unsure I would strangle him or not. The sharp pain seized my lower belly, so brutal that I couldn’t pay attention to the delicious sparks dancing on my skin. I staggered, clutching Xavion’s shoulder.

“You should speak less and listen more!”

Bella surged to the surface with such a ferocity that it blurred my vision. All I could hear was her voice, screaming to remind me.

“Mark him, Ann. Our child is in danger.”

This pregnancy without bond completion was already a miracle, so wasting a second more was harming my baby....