AVA'S POV.
I sat in front of the mirror, staring at myself, my face etched with anger as I rubbed my belly. I still can't believe I have only three days to live.
I exhaled deeply, wiping the teardrop that escaped my eyes. Who was I kidding? I had no idea what to do and I don't want to die either.
I looked back at the bed, the memory of the night that Arthur raped me flooded back.
What exactly was the moon goddess thinking when she made me his mate? Didn't she know of the rules?
Now, the tears were flowing down freely, this might be their last time too, my eyes scanning the room slowly until I sighted my phone.
Maybe Anna was right, it's not too late to run away, with the perfect connection, my mother can hide me for at least twenty years, that's more than enough time to do what I want.
The door creaked open, and Arthur peeped into the room like he was trying to catch me in an act, my brows furrowed in anger as I turned to him.
“I really do feel sorry for our child,” he smiled,
