As the last witch in the forest, my first mistake was bringing Alpha Adrian's brother back from the dead.
His payment for my kindness? A year of his protection.
I fell for him, sacrificing my power just for the chance to carry his pups.
But when I was six months pregnant, he locked me in a den.
"They say a pregnant witch's body is at its most receptive. You still have three months until you're due. I've found ten rogues, and I assure you, they will take very good care of you."
I bled to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the Silvermoon Pack came to my door, begging for my help.
This time, it was Adrian on his knees, begging for my forgiveness.