Chapter 179

• [Amaryllis]
• He has me pinned in place with his hips as my heart flutters hard and fast. “You can’t,” I moan as I struggle to back away, a tear rolling down my chin. This feels wonderful, amazing, better than anything I’ve ever experienced, but he’s wrong about something.
• “I’m not a good girl,” I growl, pushing just enough to wiggle myself free. “I never have been. Look at me,” I slap my soft belly, still ragged from the scar that I got from cutting my own child from my belly. “You don’t want to tie yourself to someone like me for a lifetime. I’m used up, Calyx. Broken inside and out. I can never give you a pup,” I laugh as my fingers trace the edges of my loose skin, still healing from my pregnancy and my mother’s rushed healing. “I’m just an evil old bitch. I’m not good enough to be claimed.”