Ava’s POV
I sat in the hospital waiting room, tapping my fingers against my lap. My heart is hammering loudly in my chest. I was about to commit the first murder in my life and my child was the first victim.
Amelia sat beside me, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable.
"Are you sure about this, Ava?" she asked for what felt like the hundredth time.
I inhaled deeply. "Yes, Amelia. I’ve thought about it. It’s the only way."
She turned to face me fully, her piercing gaze making me uncomfortable. "And what are you going to tell Arthur if he finds out? Do you realize that you want to kill the child of the devil Alpha, the next heir to the throne? I'm not sure death is enough punishment for you if they decide to punish you.”
“Please don't make me look like a bad person,” I frowned. “I am doing this for everyone, do you think the child would be happy to know that he killed his father?”
Before she could respond, the door swung open, and a doctor in his mid-fifties walked in, adjustin
