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The living room was filled with tension as Zack and I faced each other. Zack breathed deeply, looking at me with an angry gaze that made my skin tingle.

My emotions were all over the place, my stomach roiled and churned as I stared at Zack from across the room. I had no idea what he was going to do next, and I did not want to find out. He could be so very harsh when consumed by his emotions like this.

"I had given you a choice, Meghan," he said, his voice suddenly low, all his anger seemingly gone. "And I am going to give it to you again."

He strode up to me suddenly and I backpedaled in fear until my back hit the wall. My vision was blurry - my eyes covered as it were in tears - but I could still make out Zack's silhouette looming over me. I looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes but he grabbed my chin and forced my gaze up.

"Me," my mate growled. "Or the two fucking bastards you have growing within your stomach. Pick one Meghan."

Another sob escaped my lips.

"Zack I... It is no