Derek reeled back, a disgusted look of disbelief on his face. "It's always about you, isn't it, Laura? How biting Scott made you feel. How recruiting every werewolf within city limits makes you stronger. How your brother having a child with Kate Argent's niece upsets you. And while you're stuck in your self-absorbed power delusion, who keeps the house running? Who cashes in the insurances policies of our dead family to finance your ever-expanding pack and their slaves?"
He made a low sound, something between a growl and a scoff.
"I have spent the past six years sacrificing everything, doing everything to make your pack work so you don't have to. But I won't do this. I won't sacrifice my child because you're too caught up in your personal vendetta and prejudice. You let everyone else have whatever they want, regardless of the consequences, but not me." He shook his head, defeated. "But you don't play favorites," he added, bitterly.