C431 MOTHER'S SILENT WAR

"You will never touch him," Aria whispered, her voice trembling not with fear, but with a sudden, violent protectiveness.

The 2nd Prince let his hand linger on the swell of her stomach, his long, pale fingers splayed across the fabric of her gown. The warmth radiating from her womb seemed to fascinate him, a stark contrast to the predatory chill of his own skin. He leaned down