The Fae Queen's ice-cold smile froze everyone in place. Her diamond wings sparkled with deadly beauty.
"You want our children too?" Elara asked, exhausted. "Get in line."
"We don't wait in lines, mortal," the Fae Queen said. "We take what belongs to us."
"Nothing belongs to you," Kael snarled, his Alpha power blazing.
But before the Fae Queen could respond, Elara doubled over in pain.
"Mom!" Luna rushed to her side.
"Something's wrong," Elara gasped. Her hands clutched her stomach. But she wasn't pregnant. She hadn't been pregnant in years.
"Not you," Frost said urgently. "It's not you."
"Then who?" Phoenix demanded.
A scream echoed from upstairs. A woman's scream, full of pain and fear.
"Lydia," Ronan whispered. His face went white.
He bolted toward the stairs. Darian was right behind him.
"The human woman is giving birth," the Fae Queen said, amused. "How... messy."
"Shut up," Ronan snapped without stopping.
