“Enter.” I said it hollowly, holding my hope asleep in my arms. Victory was drawing on the floor, not caring that anyone was knocking on the door, losing whatever she had before Tyler had died to my bitter tears; it would have been better if I had died giving birth and leaving Tyler to care for our babies. My poor girl wouldn’t be mute and cut off from the rest of the world.
“Brad…” I wasn’t looking up when he walked inside, looking sad seeing the miserable sight of my girls and me having been locked inside my bedroom for two days since I had seen the monster wearing my mate's face.
“I’m sorry, Alpha… they want an answer…” I smiled hearing that with no joy in my eyes, an answer. Alpha Marcus wanted an answer about whether I was taking his proposal, having the love of my life as one of hi
