Scout’s POV
"Take a long look, Scout," Nixon said, his voice dropping like a stone into the quiet of my cell. "This is the only future you have left."
He tossed the stack of papers onto the small, rickety table. I didn’t reach for them immediately. I watched him instead. He leaned against the damp stone wall near the exit, arms crossed, looking every bit the cold Alpha who had already decided my fate. I took a breath, trying to steady the frantic beat of my heart, and finally pulled the contract toward me.
The first page was a blur of legal jargon, but the core of it hit me like a physical blow. Six months. I had half a year to conceive. The document outlined a process that made my skin crawl. There would be no intimacy, no connection. I was to be provided with his genetic material in s
