Axton
The moment the words leave my lips, Khan growls as he sees the broken look on her face. Despite the bond being gone, I still want to take the words back. Yes, I have been looking at nannies but haven’t picked one. I don’t think I truly would have. I just liked seeing her face when I brought them into the house, needing to see the pain I had felt for months in her eyes, too.
“Tell her you didn’t mean it. Take it back, Axton,” Khan roars angrily in my head.
She looks down at the crib, her hand sweeping over her giant belly, as her lip quivers and her eyes turn glassy with tears. She sets the teddy back in the crib and looks at me. The look she gives me says more than any words could.
Khan whimpers in my head, seeing her pain reflected back at us. “Axton, take it back. Tell her
