by Zia_05
"Please, Tristan... I thought we could be a real family," I whispered, clinging to the sheets.He stared down at me, cold and unfeeling. “You? Carry my child?” he scoffed. “You're nothing but a mistake I was forced to claim.”Then, without a trace of remorse, he grabbed the wine from the nightstand and poured it over my face.“That’s all you’ll ever be something to forget.”The sting of wine burned my eyes as it dripped down like blood like the tears I didn’t even know I had left.I was the only wolf…