Ragnar's POV
A Day Before the Ceremony
I couldn't sleep.
Not even a f*****g wink.
The moon was low in the sky outside the window. Long shadows splayed across the walls, changing with every breeze that blew the blinds. There was activity all around the packhouse. Voices and footsteps and the clink of dishes in the kitchen. Everyone was busy preparing for tomorrow.
Tomorrow. The day I was supposed to claim Fiona in front of the entire pack.
I should have felt... something. Excited, maybe. Or at least.
But all I could feel was this...... hollow ache weighing in my chest. Every time I closed my eyes the whispers would creep back.
David... she's been seeing David. The baby might not be yours.
I closed my eyes and slid both hands down my face.
Fuck.
The worst part?
I could smell it
