Rebecca
After studying for an entire day, I pop a birth control pill into my mouth before hiding the package inside a birdhouse.
Davis would kill me if he knew, but the truth is that I don't want to give birth to his children. The man is half a demon and one hell of a barbaric alpha. He is mean and abuses me—any child born into our home would suffer from having him as a father.
It would be heartbreaking to have a child tugging my sleeve and asking in a small voice, "Mommy, why are you hurt again? Why are there bruises on your arms? Why are you crying? Did daddy hurt you?"
That thought makes me want to cry. I love children, and someday I want to have a big family, but not with Davis.
Never with Davis.
It's a shame that he is my mate.
I wander up to the two-story house with anxiety
