Avery’s POV
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?!”
Asher leapt off the bed and kicked over his nightstand, sending bottles and books flying everywhere. I curled up into a fetal position and held my arms over my head, squeezing my eyes shut.
Years of living with my father had taught me what to do in situations like this. Make myself small. And hope they eventually forgot about me during their rage.
While Asher continued his rampage, I glanced at the space I’d nearly crawled through before. I considered making a run for it now. Squeezing through and shifting and running as fast as I could.
But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t work. My wolf was still lending her strength to the fetus. Asher would catch me too quickly. And I was still reeling from my morning sickness. I wouldn’t make i
