<p><em>Lycia</em></p>
<p>In the grip of my captors, all I felt was a primal need to survive. Not for my own sake, but for the tiny innocent life inside me. My baby had to make it through this nightmare… no matter the cost.</p>
<p>So I withdrew deep into my core, blocking out their vile taunts, hoping that was all they resorted to. If it came to more, I resolved myself to fight… but only as a last resort. No, survival was the most important thing. I had to hold out until Logan came for me, then God help them when he did, because He will be the only one who could.</p>
<p>But inside myself, I still had control. I wrapped my child in fierce love and dreams of the full, rich life still ahead of him.</p>
<p>‘We’ll get through this, little one,’ I thought to myself. ‘I’m the Alpha Heir’s Mate. When the time is right, they’ll regret ever coming after me and threatening what’s mine.’</p>