Chapter 82

*JORDYN’S POV*

My blood boiled at her words. “Brianne is not weak,” I growled, my fist trembling slightly. “And I won’t let anyone…especially you, talk about her that way.”

My mother leaned back in her chair, her expression unyielding. “You’re being foolish, Jordyn. This isn’t about love or mateship. This is about what is best for the pack.” She said.

“What’s best for the pack?” I echoed, laughing bitterly. “You think forcing me to marry Amelia, a woman who doesn’t even want this child, is best for this pack?”

“Amelia didn’t want this child?” My mother repeated, her eyes narrowing with interest. “She said that?”

I cursed myself silently for letting that slip. “That’s not the point,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back on track. “The point is that I’ve already made my decision.”

My mother stood up, her eyes blazing with determination. “You haven’t made a decision, Jordyn. You’re avoiding it. But sooner or later, you’ll have to face reality. Amelia is carrying your child, and