150. My worst enemy
The last time, he understood that what seemed like a good idea to protect her wasn't necessarily the best option and that Ophelia could also get hurt.
"What's happening, Lucian?" Michael's voice came from the kitchen's back door.
The blond entered, embracing the waist of a redhead at his side, who displayed a huge belly where two hybrid pups were developing, half vampire and half werewolf.
"It seems someone knows about Charlie," Lucian separated from his mate and took the note out of his jacket