“You kill them and move on with me… or you reject me and leave.”
The vision hits hard and fast like a punch to the chest. I’m in a forest, cold wind rattling through the trees, and Emma stands in the middle of it—pregnant. She’s visibly tense, hair slicked back like she’s trying to look composed, but her arms are shaking. Her mate, the new alpha of the neighbouring pack, paces in front of her like a predator.
“I won’t have another man’s child threatening my legacy,” he growls, stepping closer. “You give birth to my pup and walk away. No strings. Or you kill them—both—and become my Luna.”
Emma crosses her arms over her bump, her voice tight and trembling. “I’ll kill Matt,” she says, jaw clenching. “I will. But I won’t touch Sam. He’s just a kid. He already calls that woman ‘mum’ and he’s
