A part of me had hoped Alpha Damon would refuse, that he’d let me keep the child on my own terms. But he agreed, almost as if he felt obligated, like it was his duty and nothing more. And soon, we were bound together, not by love or choice.
The first few days in our new home, I tried to make it work. I prepared breakfast each morning, hoping he’d join me. But Alpha Damon had a way of drifting past me as if I was an air.
One night, I dared to talk to him. “Alpha… can we… t-talk?”
“About what? About how you locked me up in this damn marriage? I was free Kierra. You took my freedom away from me.”
I flinched, his words like daggers“I… didn’t do this to trap you, Alpha… but you agreed so I thought…”
He laughed, a cold, hollow sound. “You think I wanted this? Think again, Kierra.”
Every day after that, he grew colder, more distant. Each word he spoke felt like a calculated strike, designed to remind me of what he’d lost. I did my best to shield myself, to remind myself that I had to stay strong for our child. But inside, I felt myself breaking, each time he looked at me with that empty stare.