Chapter Sixty Six

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX

I hold my breath as Nash approaches, flanked by Regan and Arnold. I’m rocking Stella in my arms, so it’s obvious that I’ve been untied, but I still don’t stand up or move or do anything to startle Nash.

Juliana meets them halfway, speaking quickly and excitedly, waving them down toward the beach where I’m sitting with the other prisoners.

Then, Nash is standing over me, looking down with a mixture of affection and hatred that seem to be at war on his face.

“Juliana says there’s something wrong with the baby,” he says.

I lift her up so Nash can take her into his arms, but instead he crouches down beside us. My heart flutters at his scent, powerful and mine. My love, my mate, my Alpha. Even if he thinks it’s over between us, that everything I wrote in my letter was true, my body knows otherwise.

“What’s her name?” Nash whispers.

“Stella,” I reply.