"Well... I'll go."
Georgia's voice trembled, but there was no taking it back now.
Anna exhaled sharply, her shoulders sagging with a mix of relief and something heavier, something like fear. "Thank the moon," she muttered, but the flicker of anxiety in her eyes didn't go unnoticed.
Georgia's heart pounded. The room felt too small, too suffocating. Anna's mother stood by the door, her gaze unreadable, while the triplets played on the floor, their laughter a cruel contrast to the weight pressing on her chest.
"You want this, don't you?" Georgia's voice was quieter now, almost accusing.
Anna bit her lip, struggling with her emotions. "I have to want it." She shook her head. "If you don't go, my father loses everything. His position, his respect, everything. The Alpha
