Sloane's POV
I couldn't read Zane's expression, but deep down I knew—he didn't want this baby.
In those few seconds of silence, he was probably thinking of ways to make me get rid of our little wolf pup.
Tears streamed down my face.
Shame clawed at me for how my body had just responded to him.
I shouldn't feel anything for him anymore.
I shouldn't feel anything at all when he touched me…
"Answer me, Sloane. Are you really pregnant?"
He grabbed me again, forcing me to look at him.
This time, his voice was edged with something else—urgency, maybe even concern. But I wasn't sure.
A sudden wave of pain tore through my lower abdomen. I curled in on myself, forehead slick with cold sweat as agony ripped through me like knives.
No words came. Just that searing pain—over and over.
It h
