Aurora pov

I tightened my seatbelt and sat back while Manuel drove.

“Can you stop by the store? I want to get an after pill,” I said, not looking in his direction.

“Why do you need it?” he asked.

Really? He had to ask that?

I turned to him. “It’s bad enough that I’m your mate. I sure as hell don’t want to have your kids.”

He smirked without taking his eyes off the road. He didn’t reply, just kept driving.

When he finally stopped at a pharmacy, I unbuckled my seatbelt ...