“Alpha—stop!” I tried to scream, curling over the pain. “I didn’t—”
He didn’t stop. His voice was venom. “How could you? She tried to help you! You’re nothing but a curse!”
I struggled to speak, but every breath burned. I wanted to tell him, to beg him to listen, that I was carrying his child. That he was hurting not just me.
“I’m—” I gasped, tears mixing with blood. “I’m preg—”
“Shut up!” he bellowed. “Don’t you dare lie to me again!”
Hannah whimpered from the corner, her sobs perfectly timed. “It’s my fault,” she said shakily, clutching her wound. “I shouldn’t have come here… she just snapped.”
“Enough!” Jeremiah growled, gathering her into his arms. His wolf energy flared, powerful and protective, but not for me.
For her. They left in a rush, heading to the infirmary. The door slammed shut, leaving me crumpled on the floor, the taste of iron heavy on my tongue.
For a long time, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the pain in my stomach spreading like fire. Then instinct took over.
I dragged myself up. Step by step. Every movement tore through me, but I refused to stop.