Through the panic and fear that overtakes my mind, the only coherent thought I have is “Jay was right.”
I didn’t want to believe it, but I had no choice. I am in the hospital, waiting for the doctor to arrive back with a report about the poison that might still be in my system regardless of how many times they’d pumped my stomach. Because the poison I inhaled was enchanted, the doctors had to call in the pack’s witch to help remove the poison from my system.
David had tried to kill me. Who else would’ve sent that bouquet? I didn’t have any other nemesis in the pack, I don’t think most people even knew I existed. I was not the first to get impregnated by an Alpha, and I won’t be the last. But no one had tried to kill those Omegas or Betas.
None of them had been knocked up by David.
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