Maya's POV
Maya's fist struck with her bedroom wall so hard that the whole house shook. Pain shot through her knuckles, but it was nothing compared to the pain tearing through her chest.
"Engaged," she whispered to the empty room. "He's engaged."
She had watched it happen. Stood in that crowd like an idiot, hoping against hope that somehow the stories were wrong. But then Kai had taken Victoria's hand, smiled at the cheering pack members, and announced their upcoming wedding like it was the best news in the world.
Maya looked at the pregnancy tests spread across her dresser. Three plastic sticks that had changed everything, and now they meant nothing. Kai was going to marry Victoria Cross, and Maya was going to raise his baby alone.
A knock at her door made Maya jump. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She knew that knock. She'd been hearing it every night for three months.
"Maya?" Kai's voice was muffled through the wood. "Please, let me in."
