Yeah, I get it. I’m a failure and a disappointment to them too.
 
 “I didn’t lie,” I retort defensively; my emotions are getting out of control as I stare at the man whose face holds the tiniest of smirks. “You know exactly what he said.”
 
 “I said nothing. Stop trying to get me in trouble,” he scoffs, walking off.
 
 “Hey!” I shout, getting off my bike. I storm over to the old penis. I am about to grab him when a hand grabs hold of my wrist and stops me. I am ready to lash out when I look into the eyes of one of my thirteen-year-old nephews, Renji.
 
 “Come on, Azura. Let’s go home,” he coaxes gently.
 
 “I don’t want to go home; I have things to do,” I growl.
 
 “Dad won’t let this slide. Don’t worry; no one will get away with this,” he says clearly. I’m about to pull free from his hold, but the look of concern in his soft blue eyes makes me close mine and nod in agreement.
 
 “It’s no big deal. This bunch of wrinkles will never change. Don’t tell Liam,” I say quietly, not wanting to cause him more work. They are already concerned over my mark and rejection. He nods hesitantly, and I give him a small smile. “I’m just going out of the town for a bit. I promise.”
 
 Renji, the sweetest angel of the quintuplets. I know if it was anyone else, I wouldn’t have listened. He believes me and nods.
 
 Don’t let them get to you,one of the two passersby says through the link.
 
 I never do.
 
 I get back on the bike as the woman gives me a warm smile, and I flash her a grin. I cast a deathly glare at the old, wrinkled vaginas before feeling super nauseous. Revving the engine, I suddenly freeze. For the last week or so, I have been feeling like this. As a werewolf, I should have healed from any cold by now…
 
 My heart thunders as I quickly ride out of the pack territory. A sudden and terrifying thought occurs to me, and the fear of the possibility of it envelops me.Please, no.
 
 Thirty minutes later, I am in a public stall at the drugstore. I hold a stick in one hand, my eyes shut as I count the seconds before taking a deep breath and looking at it. My stomach sinks when I see the two clear lines that stain the test.
 
 I am pregnant.
 
 My Decision
 
 Azura
 
 Pregnant. I slide to the floor against the stall wall, not caring about the germs that probably fill this place, and stare unblinkingly at the stick, my mind blank.
 
 Pregnant.
 
 With his child.
 
 “I’m fine,” I say, taking a shuddering breath.
 
 I am not fine.
 
 I’m pregnant. I’m only nineteen, and I’m pregnant.
 
 Pregnant with the child of someone who wants nothing to do with me.
 
 I know I will have to tell my parents, but the thought makes my stomach sink. The hurt in Dad’s eyes when I told him I had been rejected… I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle telling them I am pregnant, too. What do I do?
 
 My mind is reeling, and the pain in my chest is becoming suffocating. As much as I want to crush Leo for what he has done, I can’t, not without making this hard for Alejandro. I can’t do that to them. I’ve already caused problems for everyone without meaning to.
 
 There was a time I dreamt of a love like my parents, but who am I kidding? My mate ripped that from me when he marked me, only to reject me. A true mate’s mark… it can only beremoved if he marks another or if he dies and someone else marks me… but unless that happens, I am stuck with this. I clutch my neck, letting my nails dig into it as I slowly look down at my stomach. I drop the stick, placing my hand over it.
 
 It is not this baby’s fault… it is not at fault…
 
 I was meant to have died before I was born… there is no chance on earth that I would do anything to this baby. I close my eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths.
 
 I’m fine.