LAYLA’S POV
“You took that choice away from her.”
“Yes.” He doesn’t even try to defend himself. “I told myself it was my life, therefore it was my decision. I would be the one who died, not her.”
I want to argue with that logic. I really do. Except I can also understand exactly how someone in love could convince themselves it made sense.
“There was only one thing I insisted on,” he adds. “I didn’t want children. Vivian never understood why, and I gave her every excuse I could think of. I told her I didn’t want an heir. That being Alpha had made me despise the idea of raising another one. Eventually, she stopped asking.”
A horrible realization starts forming.
“Until she became pregnant.”
My hand flies to my mouth. “Edward?”
A faint smile touches his face as he nods. “Edward.”
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