LUCY’S POV
I wrung my hand with desperation as I sat still, my eyes staring expectantly at the black door.
The dark witch finally returned, the crystals around her neck jingling as she walked towards me, holding a small glass vial filled with amber liquid in her hands.
I smiled slyly as I stared at the potion that would make my dreams come true. A concoction that could weaken the bond of mates and help me get pregnant.
My mother was right. I had to secure my place in Christian's life as soon as possible. I need to have his heir, if I was pregnant for Christian he would never dare to leave me for Emily.
If I could have Christian's child, everything would fall into place. I would become his Luna and secure my place by Christian's side, forever.
The dark witch was my last hope. She had helped me five years ago, with a strong potion that made Christian believe we were mates.