Thalia’s POV:
Pregnant. Crazy. Wolf.
That’s what I was becoming—and honestly, I was this close to barking at the walls. Molly, my ever-loud, ever-dramatic wolf, wouldn’t shut up about Alaric since morning.
“He’s a heartless brute, Thaila. Mates don’t treat their mates like slaves.”
“I don’t care if he’s Alpha or King of the Moon—it’s a crime how he makes us live in this pack house.”
“He’s lucky I’m locked in here or I’d shred his royal—”
“Enough, Molly!” I groaned, flopping onto the creaky mattress. I hadn’t slept a wink last night with the baby tossing like a little warrior in my belly. My back ached, my feet were swollen, and don’t even get me started on the mood swings.
Tears burned my eyes before I could stop them. I was tired. So tired.
Slowly, I pushed myself up and padded to
