Michael's POV
The three of us stood unmoving like a showdown. I couldn't believe that my mother had just confessed that to my future wife. My future childlike, and petty wife. Out of all the things to confess, why would she tell Jane that I had brought Havana to visit her?
I couldn't look at Jane, I was terrified of what would come of it. The future of the pack depended on her and her willingness to marry me. All I could do was stare at my mother in disbelief. Jane chuckled lightly; this was not going to be good.
"Is that so? Too bad Michael is marrying me," she teased.
The smirk on Jane's face widened. Was she teasing my mother? Taunting her about our marriage. Had she known from the beginning that my mother would hate her? Was this her plan the entire time?
"Is that supposed to bot
