“Abort the child. It’s nothing personal, of course. I’m simply protecting the Hitwell bloodline. We can’t have it tainted by… well…” His eyes flicked over me with disdain. “Someone like you.”
I stared at him, horrified. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m very serious,” he replied smoothly. “You’re an Omega living in poverty. Do you really think you can raise a child on your own? And don’t even think about relying on Lysander. He has a future to protect—a future with Rachelle.”
Tears pricked at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I’ll raise my baby,” I said firmly. “I don’t need anything from him. Or from you.”
Reginald smirked. “How noble. But let’s not kid ourselves. I know you’ll use that baby as a weapon soon enough. I’m not stupid to let that happen.” He turns toward the door,
