Chapter 32

Monica's pov

While in exile

I have been in the restroom for a while now trying to ease myself from the pain I've gotten in my stomach, and other wolf prisoners stayed outside while they showed up for the inspection.

My body has been reacting a lot these days, and I have tried to sort it out, but it was of no use. Slowly, signs were coming out, and I was still in the early stages of pregnancy, but I had to remain still and calm in order not to panic.

"Hey, where do you waste so much time?" the guard that was assigned to me growls. "Be fast and get back into the inspection chambers."

"Don't be angry, sir; I will be done in a moment," I said to him as I tried to fasten up.

As I lay down whileworking on myself in the rest room, I had thoughts of my early beginnings while I was in the Trinity Pack and when I was with the ruthless Alpha Baxter.

What if I could have stayed?

What if I had not been a runaway? Would my life be better? Now I am slowly digging up my own grave in the black market