Chapter 89

Why did Diana think it was her fault? It wasn't. If anyone was to blame it was me! I was older€I should have been more responsible. We should have talked about it. Why had I not been more careful? It wasn't like birth control wasn't available for our kind€I had just let my desires run amok and there was no excuse for that. I had already forced her into a life as my mate, and now my foolishness could have forced her into motherhood before she was ready. My foolishness was the cause of this tragedy. Some fucking mate I was. She didn't deserve me. In the days that followed, Diana was like a ghost€a shell of her former self. Her smiles were weak, her movements frail, and her demeanor muted. Her eyes lost all that sparkle€she was still ineffably beautiful, that was for sure, but there was hollowness layered in it that I could not describe. It didn't take long for word to get out. Gifts and letters of condolences poured in from all across the territory. My mother would read them to her,