Bound To The Mate Who Broke Me
Every single one.
"I've always envied you," she said bitterly, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her wheelchair arms. "You're fat, but healthy. Somehow you matched with me for the cord blood transplant, and even mated with Darius, and that's why you got to marry him. You're so damn lucky, Astrid!"
I almost laughed at that, Lucky? Should I thank them for the privilege of being lied to, used, and discarded like a breeding machine?
She hissed, leaning forward, "After you give birth, take those two bastards and get out. Don't ever bother me and Darius again. We will have our own pups."