“I’ve verified her bloodline,” Andrew continues to Blackwood like I’m not even here. “Previous alpha’s granddaughter. The children she bears will be full shifters, perfect for your collectors who want exotic pets with collars around their necks.”
“Collars?” I choke out, tears streaming down my face.
“Beautiful ones,” Blackwood assures me with that slick smile. “Gold, silver, whatever matches their owners’ preferences. Your children will be quite the status symbols.”
My children. The children that Andrew agreed we could never have, that I’d given up the possibility of when I left my pack. Even that was a lie. He knew. He always knew.
“Now then,” Blackwood says, pulling out an ornate pair of shackles. His rings catch the lamplight as he handles the chains. “Let’s get you properly secured
