A chill ran through his veins as he clutched his hair so tightly his scalp burned. "Was she the one who assembled all this?" He couldn't fathom the pain I endure each time I add to my archive of distressing memories.
Yet the most unsettling revelation was still to come. He spotted an envelope partially hidden beneath his computer screen—a medical report from the pack physician confirming my lost pregnancy, dated on a day that rang a bell. It coincided with his weekend excursion with Amber.
His fingers quivered as he crushed the document in his grasp. Its contents brought tears to his eyes. The report even specified the baby's gender as male, crushing his dreams of having an heir.
Unbidden, recollections of that day flooded his mind. It was the night I desperately tried to contact him through our mental link. He was aware of the pack's peril, and despite feeling remorseful for not being there to defend them, he chose Amber's company instead.