Elin’s POV

“You think I’d still believe you? That’s laughable,” I scoffed, my tone dripping with mockery.

Aaron gripped my shoulders tightly, his voice anxious. “Elin, I’m not joking. I’m serious.”

“You think I’m joking, Alpha Aaron?” I let out another cold laugh, brushing his hands off with a haughty expression.

I didn’t want him touching me. It repulsed me. His hands felt stained with the blood of my unborn child.

I remembered now—a long time ago, I had a nightmare ...