I climbed into my car, and my body shook so violently I could barely hold the wheel. I sat there in the darkness, tears streaming down my face, my palm pressed protectively over my stomach where my pup was growing.
Four pups murdered. Their wolf essence stolen to cure my sister's infertility so she could carry my mate's pup.
And now he was going to destroy my reputation and take everything I had left.
I barely remembered driving home. My hands shook so violently on the steering wheel that I almost crashed twice.
I drove home in a daze, their conversation replaying endlessly in my head.
'She's an idiot. She has nothing and no one. She'll end up as some pathetic rogue.'
I walked inside the house absentmindedly, then I headed straight to James's home office.
I needed proof. Evidence. Something to make sense of what I had heard.
My hands shook as I searched through his files, his laptop, his locked drawers. I found the small brass key hidden beneath the drawer lining and opened the filing cabinet.
Medical records with my name. Dates that matched every pregnancy. Procedures I never consented to. Bank statements showing payments to a private research facility specializing in werewolf genetics.