Five Months Later
It had been five months since María José found out she was pregnant. She's six months along now; glowing, radiant, revered, and none the wiser.
The funny part? She still thought the baby was Axel's. She'd light up whenever someone referred to it as his child. She smiled when people congratulated her on "continuing the Beta and Alpha's line," and talked about how "it was about time the pack had a new Alpha born of love." Every time someone said those words, I had to bite the inside of my cheek just to stop from laughing.
Love. What a quaint concept. This wasn't love. This was destiny wrapped in deceit and bloodline. And the child growing in her womb? That was legacy. My legacy. Not Axel's.
And now, it was time to give it a little… upgrade.
The Devil had given me a potion. A viscous, syrupy thing in a vial that glowed faintly red like molten lava. He'd handed it to me with a smirk that stretched too wide and eyes that didn't blink.
