Even as Anderson spoke sweetly to me, he still didn’t pull his arm away from Leah’s body.
I averted my gaze and said flatly, “It’s fine.”
An avalanche had just occurred, leaving many people injured. I couldn’t bring myself to celebrate amidst their suffering.
My uncharacteristic calm made them uncomfortable.
Rhys let out a mocking laugh. “Irene, drop the act. This isn’t a stage for your fantasy. Everyone knows you’re the one desperate to be Alpha’s little pet, even trying to trap him with a pregnancy. Changing your persona now won’t make you any nobler. Even if you are pregnant, you’re still worthless compared to Leah.”
He was just as childish and stupid, completely oblivious to how I had changed.
Anderson grew impatient after my rejection.
His face darkened as he scolded me harshly, “I wasn’t planning to call you out on your endless need for control, but why did you have to follow us here? We don’t have time for your games. Leah is shaken from the avalanche. She needs peace, and all you do is bully her. You’re useless here. You should leave now.”
He grabbed my arm so hard it hurt.
As we struggled, a second avalanche struck.
A massive wave of snow came crashing down. Anderson’s and Rhys’s first instinct was to shield Leah.
Anderson even shoved me aside, knowing full well there was a boulder rolling in that direction.
The rock came down hard on my left foot, and the pain was so excruciating that I blacked out.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in the pack’s infirmary, and my left foot was wrapped up exaggeratedly.
There was no one else in the room.
The healer came over to check on me with concern. “You need to take better care of yourself, Irene. You almost lost the baby.”
My face was pale, and I felt weaker than I had ever felt before.
“This child shouldn’t exist in the first place. Can you check my abortion appointment for me?”
The person who had brought me here was a beta I had once treated.
The Alpha, who should have been by my side, only sent a single text: “Leah was terrified by your injuries. I’m taking her to see the best healer in the neighboring pack. You should apologize to her.”
Anderson and Rhys had already shifted into their wolf forms and left with Leah. They didn’t spare a single word of concern for me or the child.
I curled up, feeling as if my very soul was scarred beyond repair, the pain never ceasing. The abortion required a few hours of preparation.
While I was drowning in anxiety, Leah wasn’t sitting idle either.
My phone buzzed with a group chat notification—photos of my father, Anderson, and Rhys celebrating Leah’s birthday.
