Mira’s POV,
Laughter spilled through the Blood Fang Pack’s dining hall, pulling me from my thoughts as I was standing in the doorway. I kept one hand resting on my swelling belly, enjoying the warm and alive scenery in front of me. I was seeing the morning I had always craved to have in my entire life.
The morning sun streamed through tall windows, painting the long wooden tables in gold where pack members were sharing plates of steaming eggs, crusty bread and sizzling bacon. Their loud chatter with the clink of mugs was something I’d never known in my old pack or during my days in the Shadowmoon Pack.
My omega and breeder status had marked me unworthy to be a part of such warmth back then. I was always fated to suffer and be tortured for my status, always living a slave's life. I had n
