phin
Kaelen froze, the heavy silver pen hovering just inches above the parchment. His obs
. Kaelen froze, the heavy silver pen hovering inches above the parchment. His obsidi
ce echoing clearly and absolutely in t
winter pine and ozone exploded outward as his Alpha aura tried to crush me, to force me into submissi
olf, Selene, bared her silver fangs at his arrogance. "Without my signature, this paper is ash. D
neath our skin. He was looking for the weak, crying Omega he had discarded five
gnature onto the bottom of the parchment. I picked up
e growled, tur
rs slid open, a sterile, stinging scent of bleach hit me. My lungs contracted. It was the exact same led me down a restricted, dimly lit corridor and stop
spered, a cold dread
wer. He pushed
sterile white room. My gaze snapped to the small bed in the ce
ia
aked across his fragile chest, connecting him to machines that seemed to breathe for him. He look
edside, my trembling hands hovering just above his small, mot
aelen's voice came from behind me, devoid of warmth. I
d, tears blurring my vision. "He is
elen said. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "A
staring at hi
refuses t
that the man in that photograph was a betrayer, not my own brother. Even after I appeared beside Domin
nic said. You heard him say 'sister.' You signed
d dangerous. "I know he is the Alpha of the Silverwood P
ze. "
rrational fury. "The way you were with him. The way you leaned on him.
ng strike. "What you care about is your pride. What you care about is the whole wor
ned, but he di
on. You drove me out, with a newborn baby, because of a photograph
voice like a cold blade. "You walked
Selene roared, a pure, unadulterated maternal
solid chest. "You executed the rejection! You handed me a legal document to sign while I was still bleeding on a hospital bed, hours after giving birth! You and your vil
y trembling hand gently stroking h
ery day. Every night. Every minute. Do you think I wanted to leave him? Do you
and looked him di
d better reconsider your strategy, Alpha. Because if you want to keep living
or maybe... pain. Perhaps, finally, after five years, the truth was beg
onous beeping of the medical monitors an
mall hand in mine, and finally, for t
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