Chapter 83

There was a loud, obnoxious banging on my door the following morning, and both wolves armed themselves and went downstairs. Conor opened the door, exposing Quinn standing in the rain which had started during the night, drenched to the skin.

“You can’t come into my house, asshole,” I shouted.

“Is it mine?”

He could only be asking about the fetus.

“How the fuck should I know, Quinn. It could be anyone who fucked me during the the last three days I was fertile. I hope like hell it’s not yours. Now go the fuck away.”

“Jessica, can’t you forgive me?”

“Why, when I’ll just be disappointed again?”

“Please, I’m begging you.”

“You want forgiveness, Quinn. I want you to apologize to every single wolf in your pack. Every damn one, in person, including Rene and Sasha for every insult, unkind word, near rape, and/or rough sex you’ve had. I want every one of your fucking trackers who fucked me to beg for my forgiveness, on their knees, and when you’r