Drake's POV:
"What the fuck are you doing?" I roared, my voice echoing through the room. I couldn't believe what I was seeing—Leila, my mate, standing there with the bottle in her hand, about to drink from it like it was nothing.
I had come back. I had tried to calm down, to be rational. The last time I hadn't believed her, I'd been wrong, and it had nearly destroyed us. I didn't want to make the same mistake again. I thought maybe there was an explanation, maybe she really didn't know how that bottle ended up in her drawer. But walking in and seeing her like this, the very bottle of wolfsbane I had told her about, that the doctor had confirmed was in her system—she was drinking from it.
All I saw was red.
Did she really not want the baby? Was she so determined to end it that she was drinking wolfsbane right in front of me?