The warrior’s sneer faltered, but he held firm. “You should’ve thought about the pack. We’re all paying for your choice.”
My voice turned cold. “I did think about the pack. I thought about bringing a child into a world where its own father wouldn’t look at him. Don’t talk to me about suffering.”
Without another word, I turned and walked away. Let them think what they wanted. They weren’t the ones carrying the weight of it all. I was.
I was about to close my room's door when I felt a sudden energy about to come near me. In just a second, Thorne burst through the door, fury etched across his face. The moment I saw him, I knew he had learned about termination. I braced myself.
“Freya!” His voice roared. “What have you done?”
“Thorne, I—”
“Don’t you dare try to justify this,” he snapped. He began to pace, the muscles in his jaw tightening with each step. “You acted like a child! How could you make such a monumental decision without even discussing it with me? I didn't even know you're having my child!"
My heart sank. “I was protecting my son."
“Protecting your son?” His disbelief was palpable. “Our son, Freya! You didn’t think about me at all, did you? You're being unreasonable!"