Two

Three weeks had passed since Ziah's rejection, and I was at a loss. I was so miserable because the same dude who had unlocked my heart and soul was rejecting me.

Every night, I wet my pillow with tears, and even when I tried to be strong, they found their way and trickled down my cheek.

Olivia begged me to be strong because crying and starving were not good for the baby. Also, rumors began to spread when the other girls, who had been jealous as fuck, stopped seeing Ziah come around.

Some claimed that he'd found his mate and I was now used goods. Some said there were other establishments with hotter girls where he was getting premium satisfaction. They said the words to my face to spite me.

But that was the least of my worries. It was virtually impossible to terminate a pregnancy as a werewolf, especially with my weak Omega blood. I knew the consequences of trying to get rid of the baby. My body would revolt against me, and I could even die.

The only solution I had was to either get Zi