"All I had to do was slip wolfsbane extract into her meals to trigger early labour," James said, almost amused. "It would terminate the pregnancy naturally. Then I would tell her her body rejected the pup. She would cry, I would comfort her, and life would go on."
My mind flashed back to each miscarriage. The pain. The blood. The white rooms in the pack clinic that I had come to hate.
After each loss, Mia would show up at the pack clinic with broth. "I made this specially for you," she would say, her eyes full of fake tears. "I know how much you're hurting. I'm here for you, sis."
She would stay the night, sleeping in the chair beside my bed, holding my hand whenever I woke up crying in pain.
James would be there too, stroking my hair, whispering, "We'll try again. We'll have our pup. I promise."
I had believed them both.
My hands shook violently. I bit down harder on my palm to keep from screaming, my wolf clawing at my mind for vengeance.
They had poisoned me four times with wolfsbane.
"Are you really going to break the mate bond when my womb is cured?" Mia asked, her voice dripping with false concern.