Claire nodded. “As that child did. That boy died with no one to care for him… alone and frightened in a trash strewn alley.”

The hand on hers suddenly withdrew. The behemoth stood from the chair and moved something new into her line of sight. “You did not eat your lunch.”

Claire looked at the cold plate of fish and knew better than to argue. Reaching for the fork, she started to push trout past her lips. After shoveling down half the meal without tasting what was probably a divine recipe, she looked at the looming Alpha. “I carried that boy’s corpse on my back all the way to Lower Reaches… So I could bury him with the Omegas. So he would not have to be alone.”

Shepherd sighed, fisted his hands at his sides. “You are upset over the child you carried back to the others.”

With an open expression, Claire admitted, “I am confused as to how you went from a boy dedicated to a mother who loved you no matter the circumstances, to a terrorist who is the cause of the death of thousands of innocent children in Thólos. Why did you change? What justified this, Shepherd?”

He pulled her to stand, and moved them both towards the bed. “You are tired and I suspect you did not nap as your body requires. We will lie down.”

Her words were not slung in cruelty, but curiosity. “Do you not have an answer? No long-winded explanation of legends and greatness to make up for the death of that nameless boy?”

He took her dress, put her in the bed, and followed as soon as his own clothing was shed. Pulling Claire above him, to the place she could feel the purr the strongest, a place that was minorly dominant for the Omega, Shepherd arranged her for sleep. “There is no answer I could give that you would find satisfactory.”

But that in itself was an answer.

When her eyes were falling closed and the purr was moving her to stillness, the male shared his frustration. “Did you never wonder that I may have kept you segregated so that you would not have to be exposed to what is taking place outside these walls?”

Half asleep, Claire hummed. “I am a grown woman, pregnant with your son… a baby no different than that little boy who died because of what you inspired here.”

Fingers rubbed her scalp and he reminded her, “A baby you almost murdered by attempting suicide. A baby you no longer nest for or touch.”

Putting her chin to his chest, knowing the words were true, she did not balk. “After what I witnessed and learned of your nature… the things she said you’ve done… did you never wonder that I would rather kill myself and the unborn child than allow the likes of you and Svana to ruin him as you ruined one another?”