Avery’s POV
Deirdre left me lying there on the floor.
But not before she delivered one final, swift kick to my side.
“Maybe you had some control over me in Nightwolf.” She towered over me, a dark shadow blotting out the candlelight. “But not here, slave. Here, I’m the one who’s in charge of you. You’re just the w***e who will push out the Rogue King’s pups.”
With that, she turned and strode out of the tent. The two slaves followed her, chains clanking. No one helped me. Not even when I was curled into a fetal position on the ground, clutching my belly.
“Get up,” my wolf commanded. “You have to get up!”
I felt her strength pulse through me—just for a moment, but it was enough to snap me out of my daze. I pushed myself to my hands and knees, then sat up fully. I took a deep breath and
