Chapter Forty
Ana
I violently pulled my hands away from Ema's tight grip, stepping back as I fixed a cold, unyielding gaze on Desmond. "I object."
The absolute second those words left my mouth, his mother burst into a loud, mocking laugh. "You actually still have the mouth to speak up and object in this house? My son is doing you a massive favor right now, Ana. If it were any other traitor in this pack, they would have been executed by now, or even better, locked away in the deepest dungeons forever. My son is just showing you pure mercy."
A bitter, hollow laugh escaped my lips when I heard her preposterous claim. "Mercy? Your son is showing me mercy? How exactly dare you stand there and say that to my face? You are also a mother. Don't you even have a shred of a human heart inside
