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"“Are you sure you wanna do this?” “Cause once I’m in, you are officially mine.” He took that as his cue and began thrvsting in and out at a faster pace, “Come for me.” That’s all it took to send me over the edge. I felt as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room anymore. My vision became spotted as I screamed out from the pleasure he was giving me. “I think you’re a great person,” he said as he leaned and gave me a soft kiss, “but I’m a werewolf, this isn’t going to work. I’m sorry, babygirl, I really am.” He walked out of the room, pulling his shirt on. I couldn’t move. I had been sick as a dog for the last two weeks. And to make it worse, Aunt Flow still hadn’t come this month. I couldn't remember if he had worn a condm or not, but I'm sure he did. “Well, Congratulations, Miss, you're pregnant,” the doctor said. “What??”" Selene's POV The Gamma's voice slices through the crowd. "Are you certain, girl? You would willingly take Saira's place to marry that demon?" My throat closes. "Yes, I'll go." The Gamma leans closer, he looks anxious. "The Blood Shadow Kingdom's Alpha King—he's not just a monster, he is a real demon, girl. No woman can leave his bed alive—their bodies were even in pieces. What you're doing is practically suicide!" Indeed, I was sending myself to my death, because for many people, I would be better off dead than alive. Every single day of my miserable life in this pack led me to this moment. I was four years old when my adoptive father first hit me. I'd broken а mug. A cheap clay cup worth less than a handful of dirt. He backhanded me so hard I hit the wall. I remember the sound my head made against the wood. I remember thinking it was my fault. It was always my fault. By the time I was ten, I'd stopped crying when they hit me. My adoptive mother would drag me out of bed before dawn to scrub floors, haul water, feed the livestock. If I was too slow, she'd take a switch to my legs. If I spilled anything, my brother Matthew would
