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No | 2025-01-13 18:15 | active | 2256 | 0 | The dream felt so real. I could feel his hands on me. His li-ps traced the tender spots on my neck. His touch sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes. I hoped it would never end. But then, his voice cut through the air. "Never." I gasped. My eyes flew open. The room was empty. It had been two years since I married Adrian Miller. He was the future alpha of the Crystal Blood Pack. Two years of trying to get his affection. Two years of failing. I tried to prove I was worth his love. I tried to show I was worth being his true mate. But he never marked me. In the world of werewolves, that was everything. The mark meant connection. It meant devotion. It meant belonging. But I never received it, even though I was his wife. He wasnât home most of the time. I longed for his touch. I sighed heavily. I sat up and yawned. My eyes landed on the clock. My stomach dropped. "Shiit! Iâm going to be late." I rushed through the morning routine. I was desperate to make it to my checkup with Dr. Harold Reid at the pack hospital. As I hurried down the stairs and out the door, my mind wandered. Maybe, just maybe, this time Iâd be pre-gnant. A child could change things. It could bring Adrian home more often. It could make him see me. It could make him really see me. I arrived at the hospital. My nerves tightened with every passing second. Dr. Haroldâs face was kind. The process was clinical. He drew blood and took his time. He promised to return soon. As I waited, my mind returned to Adrian. To our marriage. If I wasnât pragnant, I would finally end it. I needed peace. I needed my sanity. When Dr. Harold returned, his smile made my heart race. "Congratulations!" he said, his eyes shining. My heart leapt. "Really?" I couldnât help but smile. I placed a hand on my stomach. "Thereâs a baby?" âBabies,â he corrected gently. I blinked, stunned. "Twins?" His smile widened. âTriplets.â I froze. I blinked again to make sure I had heard him correctly. âTriplets?â "Yes, youâre having triplets," he confirmed. His tone was warm but serious. A rush of joy filled me. Then, I became aware of the delicate nature of my pregnanc-y. The doctorâs next words sobered me. âYour uterine walls are very thin,â he warned. âBe careful.â I nodded quickly. I tried to push down the growing fear for the three little lives growing inside me. "Iâll take care of myself. Thank you, Dr. Harold," I said. I left the hospital, my joy clouded by concern. When I came home, my joy turned to ash. Adrian was sitting on the couch. His arm was draped around Lynda, my husband's childhood friend, was sitting there looking all innocent and wronged. He was comforting her gently. The sight of him, so tender, so attentive to her, while I had been nothing but an afterthought, was like a knife to my heart. He looked at me. His eyes were cold, full of venom. "How dare you come back? How dare you bullied Lynda?" he spat. I froze. Confusion and hurt flooded me. "What... what are you talking about?" His face twisted with disgust. "Oh, please. You make me sick. You put something in Lynda's medicine? She suddenly had a stomachache today!" What? I am the healer of the pack. I often write prescriptions to help pack members maintain their health. I replied, "She isn't sick at all. The prescription I gave her was just for calming her nerves. It has no side effects whatsoever!" "Then why is she like this? You really disappoint me. You must apologize to Lynda today!" Honestly, I was so tired of this. Ever since Lynda came back from the neighboring pack a few months ago, sheâs been making it her mission to cause trouble for me. I couldnât take it anymore. I turned and hurried to our bedroom. I locked the door behind me. I had hoped, foolishly, that our marriage could be salvaged. I thought that if we have babies, things would change. But I had been wrong. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Just then, I heard the door to the bedroom fly open. Adrian stood there. His expression was fierce. "Adrian, I won't apologize to Lyndaâ" Before I could finish my sentence, he slammed the door shut behind him. His eyes were dark with fury. "I know what youâre up to," he spat. His gaze was colder than I had ever seen it. "Youâve been plotting all along. Trying to trap me. Trying to make me feel obligated. But I wonât be your fool anymore. Iâm done." I felt my heart drop into my stomach. "Adrian..." He stepped closer. His face was just inches from mine. "Youâve humiliated me enough. I shouldâve done this a long time ago. This marriage is over." His words cut through me like a blade. He wasnât just rejecting me. He was rejecting everything. All the hopes. All the dreams. All the promises I had held onto so desperately. "Adrian," I whispered. My voice was breaking. "Please donât do this." He looked at me with cold, emotionless eyes. "Itâs already done. You and I... weâre finished. I want a divorce!" The weight of his words hit me. Adrian was walking away. I managed to choke out, "But... Iâm carring your bab-" He froze. He turned back toward me slowly. His expression flickered for just a momentâsurprise, maybe even confusionâbut then his gaze hardened once more. "I donât want the child you're carrying. Get rid of it!" he said. His voice was flat. "You are not good enough to be my children's mother!" I collapsed onto the bed. I clutched my stomach. My body trembled. My heart was broken in ways I never thought possible. Iâm carrying three little lives, Adrian. And youâll never know them. âOkay. Then letâs divorce,â I said calmly. Chapter 2 "You really impressed me," he sneered. "Do you even know what youâre saying?" He released his grip on my hands, letting them fall to my sides. He stared at me, waiting for my answer, but there was no answer to give. I had expected this, yet it still hurt. It hurt that he didnât even try to understand me. I fell in love with Adrian at first sight when I was in high school. I was just 16 at the time and I had been bullied by my classmates, taunted and locked in a bathroom, helpless and alone. I was so scared. Then, Adrian passed by. He stepped inside and helped me. Flashback: The girls locked me in the restroom and they were taunting me. I didn't understand why they hated me so fvcking much, maybe just because my identity of an orphan. I just cried and cried... until someone broke in. Adrian. "A...Adrian, What are you doing here? This is the girls' room," Hannah, as their lead said, trying not to show how scared she was. "Well, I can go anywhere in this pack. Got a problem with that? What are you guys doing? Bullying a girl?" he said and smiled in such a way, the girls cowered and quickly ran with fear. "Thank you, Adrian. You should leave here soon, or else people will start talking." I whispered. I really didn't want him to get in trouble because of me. âFine.â He left looking completely unconcerned, as if helping me was just something he did effortlessly. But it meant a lot to me; he felt like my hero. I still remember the way he looked at meâlike I was worth saving. But he never remembered it now. He had no idea how much that one act of kindness meant to me. I continued to love him silently from that day forward, hoping that one day, he would notice me as more than just another face in the pack. But he never did. As I grew older, I realized that Adrianâs heart had always belonged to someone elseâLynda, his childhood friend. I searched his face for any sign of regret, any crack in the armor of indifference, but there was nothing. He was Adrian Millerâthe alpha of the Crystal Blood Packâand this divorce was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. He would go on with his life as if I had never existed. Adrianâs hand suddenly grabbed my neck, the pressure tightening with every passing second. His gaze burned with fury as he glared at me through clenched teeth. âI hope you mean what you say.â I struggled to breathe, my pulse racing as the tension between us thickened. âI will leave the Crystal Blood Pack,â I said, my voice breaking. âIâll leave, and never come back.â His hand moved from my neck to my jaw, and his li-ps twisted into a devilish smirk. âCanât wait to thatâ His voice dripped with scorn. âI am just curious where would a wolfless werewolf like you go? â I looked into his hate-filled eyes. I had been nothing to himâan object, a means to an end. He had no love for me. I was just another thing to discard once he was finished with me. "By the way, if you really want to leave, give me back my bank card. You must have spent a lot of my money over the years, you're such a gold digger," he said, slamming the door as he left. My eyes filled with tears. He was wrong. I haven't spent a single penny of his. I didnât shop often and live off my savings and the hard-earned money I make from treating patients at the hospital. I became a healer since I found I have super healing strength, hoping to cure Adrianâs bipolar disorder someday. Yes, Adrian needed to take medication long-term to help stabilize his emotions, this was a open secret in the pack. However, since my adoptive father, aka the Gamma of the pack, refused to pay for my tuition, I had to work at the pack hotel to support myself. One night, after holding a big event, I ended up in bed with a dru-gged Adrian in one of the hotel room. I couldnât remember the details, but we got married after that. I knew it wasnât out of loveâit was out of duty and a mistake. Three years passed. I had tried to force a connection that never existed. Now, it was time to leave. I would do it on my terms, for my future, and for my children. I had carried the secret for too longâAdrian never marked me, never accepted me as his true mate. But now, I had something more precious than his love: I was having triplets with me, and I would protect them with all my heart. I wiped my tears and opened my computer and began looking up the pack regulations. Found it! âThe son of an Alpha needs the Alphaâs approval to get a divorce. â Alright, Iâll go to see the Alpha tomorrow to bring this up. I hope I can get divorced from Adrian as soon as possible.. I wiped the tears from my eyes, knowing that I couldnât stay here anymore. I couldnât stay in this place that had never been my home. I was done. Chapter 3 âRing, Ring, Ringâ The phone call from my adoptive father, Jeremy Pierce, Gamma of the pack, jolted me back to the present. My hands trembled as I answered the call. "Why do you always embarrass me, you silly bi-tch?" His voice rasped on the other end. "You set Lynda up!" I clenched my jaw. The accusation was ludicrous. "I didnât poison her, dad!" I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why would I do that?" But my father wasnât listening. His anger surged, unchecked. "By the way, why haven't you paid me this month? How ungrateful! Have you forgotten that if I hadnât raised you, youâd be an orphan?" The words cut deeper than he could ever imagine. I had never forgotten what he had done for me, raising me after my parents died, but that didn't mean I owed him everything. Still, I fought back the urge to scream. I wouldnât let him control me anymore. "Don't ever call me again, if you keep gambling I will tell Alpha Lucas!" I said, my voice hardening with each word. It was the first time Iâd ever spoken to him with such disrespect. The freedom that came with it was so danm good. Without waiting for a response, I hung up. I stood there for a moment, letting the finality of it all settle in. For the first time in years, I felt⊠fr-ee. # I glanced around the bedroom I had shared with Adrian. The life I had been trying to build here, the life I had been trying to force, felt like a distant memory now. I grabbed the nearest suitcase and started packing. My belongings were fewâjust some clothes, books, and the small trinkets I had kept over the years. After a couple of hours, just as I was zipping up my suitcase, I heard the front door open. Adrian had come home. He stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his che-st, his mouth twisted in that familiar sneer. "Are you waiting for me to come home this late?" he taunted. I didn't even look at him, not wanting to waste any time on him now. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Adrian's voice, laced with sarcasm, broke through the silence. He stepped into the living room, glaring at me. "No apology? No explanation?" I stayed silent, not giving him the satisfaction of a response. He wasnât worth it. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he finally spoke again, though it was more of a command than a question. "I want you to accompany me to the pack's party tomorrow night." His voice was cold, indifferent. "You can't avoid it forever. You are going to apologize to Lynda at there." I turned to face him, trying not to let my emotions show. "I donât want to go..." Adrianâs expression darkened. "Too bad," he said, his li-ps curling in a mocking smile. "Youâll be there, whether you like it or not." I stood my ground, not flinching at his words. But inside, I felt a quiet resolve building. "Fine," I said, forcing the words through clenched teeth. "Iâll go. But itâs the last time." Adrianâs eyes flickered with triumph. I knew that he didnât understand the weight of my decision. I was leaving. I had to. Just when I thought Adrian was about to leave, he suddenly asked, "What are you standing there for? Take off your clothes." "What?" I froze. Over the years, we rarely had any intimate moments. It always seemed like he was only doing it out of obligation. "I'm not in the mood today," I replied. "Heh, hope so," he said with a smirk. "Donât come begging me to sleep with you later." Then he left. I guess he went to the study. We've been married for three years, but 90% of the nights, we sleep in separate rooms. He'd rather sleep in the study than share a bed with me. As Adrian turned to leave, a twinge of regret hit me. The secret Iâd kept for so long would soon be out. Adrian would never mark me, never truly claim me as his mate. But I was carrying triplets. My triplets. He would never knew that, I promise to myself. I finished packing and grabbed my last things. As I reached the door, my phone rang again. Gammaâs name flashed on the screen. Without hesitation, I cut the call and turned off the phone. No more calls. No more guilt. No more Adrian... Chapter 4 The Next Day. I was awake early and went to the kitchen, making myself a simple breakfast: toast and eggs, nothing fancy. In the past, I would have spent time preparing a hearty meal for Adrian, making sure everything was just right for his sensitive stomach. But today, I wasnât in the mood to help him. As I sat down to eat, I heard footsteps descending the stairs. Adrian appeared, he glanced at my breakfast and raised an eyebrow. âWhereâs my breakfast?â he asked, his voice cold. I didnât even look up. âI didnât cook yours. You can ask one of the maids to prepare it.â His eyes narrowed. âOh, I see. Is this your new way of getting my attention?â He sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I forced humorless smile. âSay whatever you want. Weâre getting a divorce anyway.â The words stung more than I wanted to admit. It wasnât the way I had imagined ending things, but here they were. I didnât need to explain myself to him any more. Adrianâs frown deepened, and for a moment, I thought he might say somethingâbut his phone rang at the moment. He glanced at the screen, and his entire demeanor shifted. âWhat? You sprained your ankle? Iâll be right there.â He looked back at me, âLynda broke her ankle, Iâm going to take her to the hospital. Youâll help Lynda with her treatment! Be there in an hour.â I felt a sickening twist in my stomach, but I couldnât say no to him since if I didnât do what Adrian asked, the storm would only intensify. With a sharp sigh, I started clearing the table. As the wife of the alphaâs son, I didnât even have a maid. I needed to do all housework by myself and I used to that already. ^^^^^^ I arrived at the hospital a little later. "Excuse me, do you know where room is Adrian in?" I asked politely at the front desk. "Oh, you must mean Miss Lynda's room. Adrian is with her in Room 407." "Alright, thank you," I said with a bitter smile. It was well-known in the pack where Adrian could always be foundâhe was constantly by Lyndaâs side. Lynda had gone to college in another pack, only returning this year. And for the entire year, Adrian had been with her, traveling and sightseeing. As I walked into room 407, the sight of Adrian caught my eye. He was sitting beside Lynda, and his arm around her shoulders. When Adrianâs eyes met mine, and his voice rang out before I could even process what was happening. âYou are late! Why are you just standing there like a dull?â he called. âArenât you a doctor? Go check on her.â I really wanted to tell him that I was more than just a healer for Lyndaâmore than the woman who had been forced to stand on the sidelines while he showered attention on his childhood friend. But I said nothing. Instead, I walked over to the bed. As soon as I touched her leg, Lynda screamed, "You're hurting me!" Adrian immediately pulled me aside and asked, "What are you doing?" I forced a bitter smile and said, "I'm just doing a normal checkup. Please don't question me, alright?" Lynda unfazed. âDonât be so dramatic, Natalia. Just help me, okay?â Her tone was sweet, but there was something biting underneath. I held back a sigh. This was her life now. This was what sheâd become: a quiet observer to Adrian and Lyndaâs constant performance. I turned my attention to Lyndaâs ankle, carefully feeling for any swelling or bruising. The injury wasnât severe, but it was enough to make her uncomfortable. âYouâll be fine. Just rest for a few days.â Adrian, sitting on the other side of the bed, watched her closely, his eyes narrowing. âSee? I told you sheâd take care of you. Always the responsible one.â His words were laced with a sharpness. Lynda smiled sweetly at him. âYouâre so good to me, Adrian.â Adrianâs eyes softened, and he leaned in, brushing hair from her face. âAnything for you.â I couldnât watch it anymore. The words they exchanged, the way they looked at each otherâit was like I wasnât even there. I quickly stood up, making my way toward the door. Adrian didnât even look at me and commanded. âWait for me in the car. Weâre leaving soon.â But I didnât want to listen to his words this time. I walked out, heading toward the exit without a second glance. At that moment, my phone suddenly rang. When I pick up, Adrianâs voice appeared "Don't forget about the gathering tonight, 8 PM at Raven's. Be ready to apologize to Lynda in front of everyone." Chapter 5 When I got home, I couldnât wait to call Kelly, my only friend. I picked up my phone and dialed her number. My heart pounded as it rang. She was my rock, the one person who always had my back. âHey, whatâs up?â Kellyâs voice came through, warm and familiar. âKelly, Iâve decided to divorce him,â I said, my voice cracking. I wasnât sure if it was fear or sadness, maybe a little of both. There was a pause. Then, Kelly said, âWhat? Why? Is it because of Lynda? That girl is pure trouble! Iâve heard things about her.â I shook my head even though she couldnât see me. âNo, not just because of her. Adrian brought it up, and I agreed.â Another long silence. I could feel Kelly processing it all. âWait, are you serious?â I took a deep breath. âYes. Iâm done. Iâve made up my mind.â Kelly didnât hesitate. âWhat now? After the divorce, where will you go? You can come stay with me. My pack would welcome you.â Her offer was so kind. It made my eyes sting, but I didnât cry. âYouâre too good to me,â I said softly. âLet me get out of here first. Then, Iâll come to you. I just need to make sure everythingâs in place.â âIâm here for you, Natalia. Whenever youâre ready, Iâm waiting.â I hung up, feeling a little lighter. The decision was made. It was time to leave. ***** I grabbed my keys and headed for my car. It was old and beat-up, barely running, but it was mine. I bought it with my own money, not Adrianâs or anyone elseâs. That small victory made me feel proud as I slid into the driverâs seat. The drive to Raven, the packâs most exclusive restaurant, wasnât far, but the nerves gnawed at me. Adrian and I had spent so many nights here, pretending to be the perfect couple. Tonight, though, I wasnât just another wife. I was going to make my own mark. When I arrived, the place was as impressive as always. I parked and made my way inside, my heels clicking on the marble floors. Each step felt more confident than the last. I wasnât the same woman years ago. That woman was gone. I walked toward the biggest VVIP room, where Adrian and his friends would be. As I reached the door, I overheard their conversation. âSo, when are you planning to marry Lynda, our future Alpha?â It was Mike, one of Adrianâs closest friends. I froze for a second, my hand on the door handle. Another voice chimed in, âDonât forget, our future Alpha still has a wife.â I could feel my blood begin to boil. Mike laughed, his voice dripping with mockery. âWho doesnât know that woman doesnât deserve Adrian? He shouldâve divorced her a long time ago.â That was it. My patience shattered. Without thinking, I pushed open the door, stepping into the room with a calm smile. âIâm here. Whoâs been talking about me?â I said, keeping my voice cool. The room went dead silent. Every single person turned to look at me. I could feel their stares like weight on my shoulders. Adrian looked at me, his expression cold. âSo, you finally showed up. Now, apologize to Lynda. Sheâs been sick for days after you poisoned her.â Lynda feigned innocence. âItâs okay. Iâm fine. Really, you donât need to apologize.â Adrian frowned. âLet her off? Not a chance. Sheâs been bullying you for so long. Today, Iâm making sure she learns her lesson.â I couldnât take it anymore. It was just an apology, right? Apologizing for something I didnât even do? Fine, I could do that. âMiss Lynda, Iâm sorryâŠâ Lynda suddenly stood up and grabbed my hand, putting on her sickly sweet smile. âItâs okay, I forgive you. But youâll need to take better care of me from now on, alright?â I forced a smile. âOf course.â But inside, I was thinking, Iâm leaving. Far away from you both. I started to turn to leave, but someone grabbed my hand. I looked back, and it was Lynda. What did she want now? I gave her a wary look. âArenât you leaving too soon? The showâs just beginning,â she said, her voice dripping with provocation. âWhat do you mean by that?â I asked, my heart pounding. Before she could answer, two men in black rushed toward us. One of them knocked me to the ground, and I hit my head against the wall. Pain exploded through my skull. Blood started pouring from the wound, and I felt dizzy, struggling to stay conscious. Adrian and his group came running out. But as I tried to cry out for help, Lyndaâs voice cut through first. âAdrian! Help me, it hurts so much!â I watched helplessly as Adrian ran to her, picked her up, and started to leave. He paused, glanced back at me. His eyes met mine for a brief moment, but there was no warmth in them. âIâll have my Beta come for you. Wait here,â he said flatly, before turning his back and walking away. I felt crushed. My body wouldnât move. Then, an agonizing pain stabbed through my belly. The babies. I grabbed my phone with shaking hands. âDoctor Harold, help! Iâm hurt... at Raven...â Before I could finish, everything went black. Chapter 6 When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a hospital cabin. The last thing I recalled was a discomfort in my stomach. Panicked, I sat up and put my hand on my belly. âDonât worry.â Dr. Haroldâs voice met my years. âYour babies are totally fine. But...â "What is that?" I frowned and asked. "One of the embryos died, so now you still have two babies in your womb." Hearing his words, my heart sank. I recalled the scene earlierâAdrian didnât save me. If he had saved me instead of Lynda, I might not have lost that child! I cried silently. As I turned my head to see him scanning what looked like reports. âWhere is Adrian?â I inquired about him. He placed the papers on the tiny table that was located close to the bed, then turned to approach me. âHeâs at the other room with...Lynda...â Disappointed again. It turned out he had been staying with Lynda all along and couldn't even be bothered to glance at me. âDoes he know about my pregant?â I asked, trying not to let terror come through in my voice. âNot if you didnât tell him.â I exhaled, and my body relaxed. However, at that moment, a thought occurred to me. Doctor Ried was the chief physician at the pack hospital. So, he was close to Adrian in some way. In the future, he would be likely to share the news of my children with Adrian at some point. âDr. Ried, can I request something of you?â âOf course.â âPlease, donât tell Adrian about my babies.â His eyebrows lifted. âYou havenât said anything to him yet?â âNo, and I will never will.â âBut, Natalia, theyâre Adrianâs heirs. The future of this paââ âNo. Heâll never accept them, which means I need to shield them from him. Iâm begging you, if you want to keep them safe, please donât tell him.â He remained silent for a long, unsettling moment, and I couldnât read his expression. But then he nodded with a furrowed brow, looking worried for me. âAll right,â he said. âBut heâs bound to learn about them one day.â I shook my head. âIâm going to leave the pack.â His eyes widened before he reigned in his shock. âBut that means youâll turn into a rogue. Thatâs risky to do so.â âYes, but I have no choice.â He shook his head. âNatalia, given the current circumstances, you must proceed with extreme caution.â âI know. But itâs better than being here in danger and pain.â Shortly after my discussion with Dr. Ried, I left the pack hospital. Since Adrian was the one who brought me there, I looked for his car. Heâd given it to me to use over the years. But I couldnât locate it. I was also unable to call a cab without my phone. Thankfully, I eventually spotted one and hailed it immediately. When I instructed the driver to take me to the pack house, I noticed a hint of fear shone in his eyes. âPack house?â he questioned skeptically, obviously uncertain about anyone being allowed there. Undeterred, I politely reiterated my request. When the cab arrived at the pack houseâs central gate, the security guards halted the vehicle and started inspecting it. To my surprise, they bowed upon realizing it was me. The cabbie was taken aback as well. A moment later, they opened the central gate. With excitement in his eyes, the cabbie drove inside the long driveway to the palace-like pack house that belonged to Alpha Adrianâs parents. I knew how he felt. Early on, I had felt that way as well. It was a dream come true for every member of the pack to visit the palace-like pack house at least once. I couldnât believe Iâd be leaving that dream location soon. After the cab stopped, security guards who were standing there hurried to the entrance to open the car door for me. It wasnât until then that I realized I had no money. One of the guards settled the fare, and I expressed my gratitude before proceeding into the house. Inside, the servants inside looked at me and bowed, then offered me a seat in the living room. âWhere is Alpha Adrian?â I asked. âPlease call him and tell him I need to talk with him. Itâs urgent.â She went upstairs to call Alpha. As I waited, Alpha Adrianâs father, Alpha Lucas Miller, confidently descended the stairs. A strapping man in his late forties, he looked strong enough to run this pack for the next ten years. I stood up and bowed. âAlpha.â He was none other than Alpha Lucas Miller. **** I stood in front of Alpha Lucas, my heart racing. âAlpha Lucas, I want to leave the Crystal Blood Pack,â I said. He sighed, clearly reluctant. "Do you really want to divorce Adrian? I know it's selfish of me to say this, but he doesnât actually know that you've been the one taking care of his health all these years. I think you shouldn't give up. With your help, his anxiety disorder will heal soon." I shook my head. "I'll leave the prescription with the maid, so you don't have to worry." I stayed firm looking at him. Finally, Lucas spoke. âOkay. I, Alpha Lucas, reject you from the Crystal Blood Pack.â The pain hit me instantly, like my body was being tor-n apart. I gasped but stayed on my feet. Through the pain, one thought came to me: Iâm finally frree. I am a rogue now. Chapter 7 Biting wind beat against my face, and whipped at the folds of my long white dress. I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked, wishing the dress had long sleeves. But it wasnât just the weather that sent shivers down my spine. No, something deeper and far colder, that resided within me. It was as if my heart had turned to ice, frozen and unyielding. Yet, a heavy pain weighed upon my heart with an unbearable intensity as well. With every step, I could remind of Adrainâs face. He might know by now that I'm gone. Was he finally satisfied with me? The driver of a passing vehicle yelled at me, and I realized Iâd wandered into the middle of a road. With no specific destination, emptiness filled me. A route through the forest grabbed my attention and became my destination, at least for the moment. As I ran into the woods, the sky began to darken, so I didnât waste any time resting. Though I wasnât sure where I would end up, I kept pressing onward. After a long time, my legs grew tired, and I slowed. Then a thorn pierced my foot. âAhh!â I exclaimed and then dropped to the ground. As I removed the thorn, I could no longer contain my feelings. Tears welled and then flowed from my eyes. I dropped my head into my hands, feeling so lost and alone. A branch cracked behind me. Then a series of a sudden, I heard growls sounded. âLook at her,â said a manâs voice. âShe looks like a young who-re. Whatâs she doing here?â I heard a manâs voice. I whipped my head around to find several rogues approaching. They were rogues! âFck! She is a beautiful one. âCatch her!â Panic flooded me. I jumped to my feet and ran, hearing them scramble to catch up to me. I cried out, then increased my pace to widen the gap between me and those dirty men. As I ran, I prayed for my children. Their intention was clear. They wanted to rap-e me. âWhere will I go now? How could I save them? No time to think. I had to keep going. Branches and thorns assaulted my arms and legs as I fled. I hissed in pain as spots of blood stained my white dress. But then the boundary of another pack appeared ahead. At that moment, it wasnât just a border, but a hope. I launched myself into a mad dash, hearing the menâs footfalls grow louder. A quick glance behind me told me three of the five men had shifted into wolves shift to catch me. The two still in human form, halted the others. Then one spoke to me. âCome back to us. Donât cross that border. Thereâs a dangerous pack over there. You will die.â As if I would believe them? Besides, what choice did I have? The entire world was full of beasts. A lone woman wasnât safe anywhere. But I was safer across the border than I was allowing those men to catch me. I turned and continued to bolt, hastily crossing the boundary into the other packsâ territory. Another quick glance told me my pursuers hadnât followed. I finally relaxed and took a breath. Then I pressed on with , my stomach growling, my muscles aching, and my bodyâs strength waning. If that werenât enough, my head began to ache, as well. I clutched my dress over my belly, reminding myself that Iâd done this for my children. Crunching sounds met my ears. The border guards must have noticed me and begun their pursuit. As I started to run again, my head spun. A moment later, I collapsed. A pair of brown boots came to a stop in front of me as the world around me faded into darkness. ***** When I came to, I saw that I was in what appeared to be a hospital room, one I didnât recognize. Terror engulfed me, and I bolted upright, only to see a handsome man sitting on a stool next to me. âWho are you? Where am I? How are my children?â âYour children are fine,â he said. âNo need to worry. 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