"I will never let that thing carry my name, all Lianna can have now is a little place in my heart if she behaves."
Victoria’s eyes glistened with fake tears. "But didn’t sister already lose a child previously, what if she learns the truth and leave you-"
"Leave me? " Zyan laughed, cold as the moonlight. "I am her moon, her everything, she can die but can never leave me.
Even if Lianna knows she must understand that it was for the sake of this pack, that our previous newborn was offered as a sacrifice to the Rogue King."
The air turned to frost around me.
Offered…?
Three years ago, I remembered kneeling on the cold stone floor of the healer’s room, my hands empty, my ears ringing as they told me my child hadn’t survived.
I remembered how I couldn’t cry at first, how the grief sat in my chest like a boulder crushing my heart.
Zyan had held me that night so protectively. ‘Please don’t hurt yourself, Lianna. We will have more children.’
Now, I couldn’t understand how those moments of being loved that felt so real.
How could they all have been fake?