Mason’s face fell. “It wouldn’t be like that this time. I’ve changed too.”
“Oh, I’m sure you have,” I said sarcastically. “But here’s the thing, Mason. Even if I believed that—which I don’t—Isaac can give me something you never could: stability, strength, power. My baby will want for nothing as the heir to the Lycan throne. And someday, my child will be able to crush pathetic little men like you under their boot.”
Mason’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly schooled his expression. “You don’t mean that,” he said softly, his lips curving. “You’re just saying these things because you’re scared. Because you’re trapped and don’t see a way out.”
“I’m not trapped,” I said firmly. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“Are you? Because I don’t think Isaac is making you happy. Not r
