“And do you know what else?” she whispered. “Annie’s heart… it beats in me now. Oh! You also overheard that, my bad!”
My blood turned to ice. My gaze snapped to her chest. “You—” The word broke off, trembling.
She tilted her head. “How does it feel, knowing a part of your child keeps me alive?”
I stood, shaking, rage overtaking exhaustion. My hand itched to strike her, to claw that smug smile off her face, but before I could move, she did something I never expected.
Hannah picked up the knife from the tray and sliced her arm open.
The metallic scent of blood filled the room. I gasped as she shoved the knife into my hand, her eyes wide with feigned terror.
Then she screamed. Loud. High-pitched. Shattering.
The door burst open almost instantly.
Alpha Jeremiah stormed in, his aura suffocating the room. “What the hell—” His eyes landed on Hannah, bleeding and sobbing, then on me—with the knife in my hand.
“It’s not—” I started, but he didn’t let me finish.
He struck me. The sound of the slap echoed through the walls. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood. Before I could steady myself, his foot drove into my stomach, knocking the breath out of me.