“When you found out you were pregnant,” he clarified, his voice low. “What was your plan? You were already away from the pack for a while, but I am curious about what you aimed to do.”
I swallowed, gripping my arms tightly. “I didn’t have one. I didn’t think of a plan.”
Damon scoffed. “Of course, you didn’t.”
I turned to him, narrowing my eyes. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
His gaze locked onto mine, hard and unwavering. “It means that you weren’t thinking, Sienna. You were carrying my child, and instead of coming to me, you ran.”
For a moment, I studied his expression, debating on whether or not he was being serious. But when I saw his tight jaw, when I saw his anger, when I read his tone, I realized that he was actually being serious.
His jaw ticked. “You ran with no p
