CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

My decision ate away at my conscience as Reed insisted on giving me more food. When Liam joked about another addition to the pack family, it would not go down. I tried to reassure myself with claims that it was okay to put myself first and it was ultimately my choice to decide whether to remain pregnant or not. My shoulders sagged as I came to a sad conclusion; I should have talked to them first.

My train of thoughts halted when Claire offered me a red apple. I was instantly transported to that night and instead of Claire, my father held the apple. Trapped in his gaze, my mouth forced itself open, and it drew terrifyingly closer to my mouth as he urged to eat.

“No!”

The large table fell silent as everyone eyed me, incredulous. I opened my mouth to apologize and explain but no words made it past my lips. I looked to Connor and Reed, growing scared that I had given their family a reason to hate me.

“Geez, you could have just said no.” Claire dropped the apple, clearly irritated.

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