My Mate Chose the Fake Luna Who Hurt Our Baby

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with every breath, the air thick with the stench of betray

er see me rot than question

ars enduring his contempt. And

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my wrists raw from the cuffs, but the real agony ran deeper. It nes

r groan

-but the scent of pine an

ust his presence brought me a sli

worry, the last of my composure shattered. He knelt before

barely audible. "Tell me the

oundlessly. Tears spilled down my cheeks as

here," he vowed, voic

acking my body. At least someone still believ

I need to see Domin

d. "Yes, bu

yosha knows what's happened. He went str

y chest. If anyone could make

"but I'll return the moment there's

me to curl against the freezing stone. I clung

aiting felt like

eech of

, unlocking my cuffs

ers. You're

esting, but my legs gave out halfway.

ot th

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consciousness returned. James' clinic. My adopti

." His shoulders sagged in

tomach before I coul

hen, quieter: "It's you I'm worried about. You

ispered, tears welling. Then the r

e turned cold. "I sent wo

en us. I clenched the sheets, then

ttempt to rise, his surgeon's voice

barely-there swell beneath my hos

dess do this?" He turned away, running a hand through his ha

ched for him.

tray. "Without your wolf... without Dominic renewing the mating

ilted. "You

er with a crack. "Werewolf fetuses need magi

e pack's hatred, Dominic's cruelt

rough broken gla

begging the man w

loomed like a

ic's collar, her fingers lingering on his neck. He allowed i

hreatened

r. Faint but figh

reath, I shoved

en eyes flashing wit

to run. Instead, James'

forcing my voice to remain stea

ned but

stomach and whispered the word

rying yo

ething flicker in his eyes-shock, disb

the fate of my child