He Killed Our Pup: The Alpha's Ultimate Regret

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voice reaching a fever pitch of hysteria. "From this night f

haking the glass

ated, sealing me in again. The

neath the metallic tang of silver, the

fsb

pine, and pooled around my knees. Wolfsba

rk. I collapsed onto my side, the freezin

he pain

was deep inside. A cramping, tw

flew to my stomach. It was h

g enough to make me arch my back and s

ed, laughing. "She'

the colo

armth between my legs. But it

oked

the silver-laced water on the white floor. It swirled l

hit the

es away. The scent of an unborn pup's blood... the scent of a

instantly. Even the music seemed

ashed down like a falling ceiling. Even the most corrupt wolf knows that th

ing. I could feel the life draining out of me. The little ki

Like a butterfly

. stil

a howl. It was a keen. A sound of total,

floor of the cage. His face went pale. His phone buzzed in his pocket-probably the n

because he realized he had gone too far. He fel

ce was shrill, desperate. "That's not blood! It's paint! She had it h

e. He was drowning in panic. He

red. "Yes! It's an ill

ss. "Stop acting, Isolde! Get

l booth. "Lower the tempe

e blood on the floor began

hand resting on my now-silent belly. The cold was wel

to the Moon Goddess