I knew running was futile. The moment I felt that familiar scent—ozone and sandalwood—I froze. He’d found me. After years of hiding, after breaking every rule, after giving birth to our son in silence… he stood before me, not as a Jedi Master, but as my alpha. And now, cornered in this quiet room, I can’t hide the truth: I’m pregnant again. My body betrays me, trembling with heat, craving his touch even as fear claws through my chest. The Code has changed, they say. But will it be enough to save us?