Zane had been preoccupied with pack matters that time,, but Linda’s presence had attracted his attention. He had taken interest in her recovery, always checking on her, and always making sure she had anything she needed.
At first, I had assumed that it was because of his role as Alpha to protect all pack members, but it kept getting worse. Zane constantly blew me off to spend time with her, claiming that he was trying to be there for her.
I opened her status again to see that she had added more pictures of the two of them together. In one of the pictures, Zane was carrying Linda in his arms with a broad smile that I hadn’t seen in years. The caption read: ~My Alpha, my hero [heart emoji].~
Determination settled in my mind as I switched off my phone. I threw away all the potions and herbs that the pack healers had given us when I couldn't get pregnant. Then I headed back to the pack clinic to get an abortion.
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Zane didn't come back that night. He entered the next morning with a hint of guilt on his face. I greeted him, and turned my focus back to the book I was reading.
Selena’s POV
I could sense his confusion. He was confused because I didn’t start complaining that he didn’t come back last night, for spending the night at Linda's place. That was how it had always been in the past.
“Sorry I couldn't make it last night.” He said awkwardly.
I shrugged nonchalantly, “It's okay, you must have been busy.”
Zane furrowed his eyebrows at me, wondering why I wasn't reacting like I normally did.
“Are you mad at me?” He couldn't help but ask.
“No, I'm not.” I replied with another shrug.
“Really?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at me in disbelief.
I nodded. “Yeah,”
“Then what is this?” He asked, pulling out a vial of potion from the trash bin.
“I'm not angry,” I repeated with yet another shrug. I wasn't going to explain anything to him.
Zane gave me a patronizing look. “Of course, you’re not mad. How petty can you be, Selena? You threw away the potions and the herbs over something so trivial.”
I was about to show him the pregnancy report when he shrugged. “Whatever. Besides, you’re the one who has been worried and troubled about having a child, not me.”
I gaped at him in disbelief as I processed his words. How could he say something like that?