Leeyah's POV:
I sat in the kitchen with some other wolves and helped prepare the vegetables.
This was something that I did regularly in my pack with my dad whenever he was free. So I didn't mind the repetitive grunt work.
The sound of the knife against the chopping block was some sort of melody to my ears. Not to mention the clash of aromas in the kitchen was keeping my nausea away.
“My baby,” I thought to myself quietly. What did life have in stock for us?
I knew I had options, but as the days go by I feel a strong attachment to my little one. Abortion was gently but surely going off the charts and I didn’t mind it.
The father, sperm donor, I mean, is not in the picture, and despite Eden's profession of love, I doubt he would want this baggage.
I moved the batch of vegetables I w
