Isla's POV
The dresses arrived three days before the summit, and Isla nearly fainted.
Not because they were beautiful. Though they were. But because of what they revealed.
The first dress caught the light like liquid silver. Cassian had commissioned it specifically to show her growing belly, the curve of new life that proved she carried his heir. The fabric wrapped around her body in a way that made her pregnancy the center of everything, unapologetic and powerful. When she looked in the mirror, she didn't see a girl anymore.
She saw a woman who was becoming a mother.
But more than that, she saw a threat to everyone at Silvercrest.
"This is genius," Kaia said, circling her with a wolf's grin. "They see that dress and they know exactly what you mean. You're not just Cassian's mate. You're the one carrying the next generation of his bloodline."
Isla traced her fingers over the fabric. Her heart pounded with something between terror and excitement.
