a's

you're p

octor's words. Are you sure? How? I mean, how am I pregnant? Trying to make sense of

a serious look, silver-streaked hair drawn back in a tight bun, and sympathetic eyes. With a clipboard in her damaged hands, she watched me closely, judging my reaction. Ki

above a whisper. The term sounded

nk she's about four weeks along. The sickness, lightheadedness, and

d. His touch, his kiss, the feel of his body on mine, the memories came rushing back. I had assumed

ome fascinating feature that only he could see, and his jaw was clenched so hard that I could see th

le as I began. I wanted him to

errupted. He replied, "This is impossibl

tal blanket tighter about me as though it might pro

shared night had disappeared entirely, and in its place came a coolness that made me feel absol

that I was certain everyone in the room could hear it as I stared at

. At his sides, his hands clenched into fists. "I am impotent. It was pr

room felt like they were pushing in on me. "I'm telling the truth, Kian. I wouldn't. That

of the man who had hugged me so carefully. You're trying to trap me. You are trying to for

as unable to breathe. A terrible tightness in my chest caused me to gulp for air. "Please, Kian... I am being h

was clearly moving under his thin t-shirt as he t

ing, I whispered. I could o

weren't worth the effort, he didn't even look at me while he talked.

on, and my heart was broken. What was he doing? How could he simply... dismiss me in this manner?

all take some time to process this news," in a softly strong voice. "

h shaky but steady legs, I forced myself out of bed. The roo

e than I had expected. "I'll leave.

ven notice my words. His words w

ly replaced by the bright sunlight outside. As I went by, pack members paused to look, their

cally, my feet led me across the courtyard, past the community dining hall where I had been eating

omach, where a small life was forming. Kian didn't seek that life. A life he wouldn't ac

myself? How could I shield them from the werewolf world's perils? I had no experience as a mot

trying to trick him by lying. It was too much to handle, the memory of his cold eyes, the disgust