FREYA
I keep my hand pressed to my belly the whole drive out of the building.
Inside my chest, where my heart should be sitting in its proper place, there is a hot tight knot of pain that has been climbing the back of my throat since I walked out of his office, and the knot will not go down no matter how many times I swallow.
He is going to name another woman's son his heir.
He is going to stand on the steps of the council building in a week and lift Martin into the air and call him the Alpha Scion, and the pack is going to raise their cups, and the women who have asked me at three of the last six pack meetings whether I am pregnant yet are going to look at me with that small careful pity in their eyes.
I can't even bring myself to think of the shame and humiliation when they know tha
