*~Young Lilith's POV~*
Jonathan's voice sliced through the clearing, harsh and venomous.
"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you never to show your damn face here again?"
The fury in his tone made my knees wobble. I instinctively stepped back, but Alice's hand gripped mine tightly, refusing to let me retreat.
"What is going on?" Alice demanded, her voice trembling.
Jonathan's glare hardened. "Ask her. She knows. And now—" his eyes dropped to my stomach, his face contorting with disgust, "—pregnant? How cheap can you be?" His voice cracked, laced with fury. "Don't tell me… don't tell me that bastard Beta Wolf is the father of that thing you're carrying."
Alice froze, her fingers tightening painfully around mine. Her gaze darted between Jonathan and me, her green eyes wide with confusion. "Lilith," she whispered, "what is he talking about? Tell me it isn't true."
