Phoebe's POV
My body went rigid when Reginald's gaze fixed on me. I swallowed hard, the motion painful. I shouldn't have returned to this room. I should've remained in the omega quarters, found some way to escape this pack.
Or... figured out how to end this pregnancy.
I didn't want Kevin's child.
Every thought of him twisted my stomach into knots. The idea that his blood ran through what grew inside me made me sick.
"You're pregnant." Reginald spun me around, his stare boring into me. "If you're carrying a child, it's Kevin's." Not a question. A cold fact.
I couldn't read Reginald's thoughts about my condition, but danger radiated from him in waves.
"Please, let me leave. I won't be trouble for you."
I shook my head frantically. "I'll stay quiet, do whatever you demand." The words tasted like ash—begging for my life just like I'd done with Kevin.
This crushing weight pressed against my chest. Here I was, repeating the same desperate plea, only to a different monster.
