Patricia.
Life had become a living hell ever since Darren brought me back to the Frost Moon Pack.
Every single day felt like a punishment and every morning I woke up wondering what fresh torment awaited me.
To everyone else, I was the Luna of the pack, the respected wife of the Alpha and the future mother of the Alpha heir.
People bowed when they saw me—servants lowered their heads in respect, pack members addressed me with honor.
But behind closed doors, none of that mattered.
To Darren, I was nothing more than a punching bag. A constant reminder of everything he believed I had taken from him.
A target for his anger.
A target for his hatred.
The only reason he exercised any restraint at all was because of the baby growing inside me.
Even in his rage, he was careful—careful not to strike my stomach and careful not to do anything that might endanger the child.
Because he feared losing his precious heir.
The child he valued far more than the woman carrying it.
