He called me fat....I stole his uncle
And a child born of blood, not illusion.
Selena is complicated. Scarred. Unbroken. Exactly what the pack would accept, strong, resilient, of noble blood, untouched by weakness despite everything done to her.
No false promises.
No romance.
A contract marriage.
A child bound by blood, not affection.
The decision settles in my bones, final and immovable.
A knock interrupts my thoughts.
Jacob steps inside, studying my expression carefully. “You look like you’ve decided something dangerous.”
“I have.”
I tell him.
Every word.