Chapter 5: 5

I stood in the center of the living room with my phone in hand, staring at the message that had landed in my inbox like poison: “I’m three weeks pregnant. He says he’ll take care of us. Enjoy your ceremony, sweetheart.” Liora. My wolf growled so hard I tasted blood on my tongue. She provokes us on purpose, my wolf snarled. She wants to watch us fall apart. “She won’t get the satisfaction,” I whispered. Not anymore. I deleted the message, but its words burned into my bones. Three...