Se connecterDiane The hallway went completely, dead silent. "Your godforsaken husband raped me!" Celine cried out, her voice broken and raw. "He raped me, and I came to you, and you cut me off before I could even tell you what happened!" My blood ran cold. "What...?" "You told me I was coming between you and your husband!" Celine wept, her voice filled with years of buried, agonizing grief. "You cut me off for months! You wouldn't have listened to me if I came running to you! Do you think I am happy having children I cannot even boast of in public?! Do you think I wanted this?!" She stepped closer, her face twisted in pain. "I am Celine. A woman of prestige. And I promise you, Diane. I'm not craving the penis of some random peasant from the west! A nobody!" She swiped her face with her arm. "Your husband forced himself on me right after your father died! While you were mourning and I was helping you, he put me in this disgusting position!" Tears poured down Celine's cheeks like a river. "I
Diane The doctor snatched the black board from Celine’s hands, turned on his heels, and rushed down the long corridor toward the operating rooms. I stood completely still, staring at the spot where Celine’s pen had just touched the paper. My chest was moving up and down in fast, shallow breaths. "Parent," I whispered, the single word feeling heavy and foreign on my tongue. "Did you just sign as a parent?" Celine swallowed hard, her body trembling under her ripped gold dress. "Diane... I can explain—" "Did you just sign as a parent?" I asked again, taking a step closer to her. "I can explain…" Celine pleaded, tears welling up in her red, exhausted eyes. "Please, Diane, let me explain." "Those children..." My voice sounded distant, like it belonged to someone else. "The twins I saw at your house when I visited... they were yours, weren't they?" Celine looked down at her bare feet and back at me. "Diane..." "And you lied to me," I said flatly. "Did you not?" "I didn't
DianeMy brain instantly froze. I sat up a little straighter."The decay?""Yes," the doctor said, nodding. "Twin girls. They both have advanced decay, and their condition is very bad right now. But this is a private hospital. I was just transferred here barely a month ago, and I simply cannot release the expensive drugs they need for free. Not at my own personal expense, and certainly not at this hospital's expense."He sighed and shook his head."Everything she provided in cash and jewelry is not nearly enough to cover what those drugs cost. I already did my part as a human being. I gave them a quick emergency check and did what I could to keep them stable for an hour. But nothing is working now. What those children require right now is way beyond my pay grade. I told her I couldn't help her without full payment, but she refuses to leave.""The decay..." I repeated, my mind racing. "Twins that have decay? That is a very rare genetic disease.""It is… and I feel for them. They're too
Diane.I blinked against the harsh white lights of the hospital room. My vision was blurry at first, but everything slowly came into focus.The room was completely quiet except for the low, steady beep of a heart monitor nearby. I felt a slight sting in the back of my hand. I looked down and saw a thin clear tube taped to my skin, running up to a plastic drip bag hanging on a tall metal pole.God. I passed out.I turned my head on the pillow.Dom was sitting in a hard plastic chair right next to my bed. His long legs were stretched out, and his head was resting back against the cold wall. His eyes were closed, but the moment I shifted on the mattress, his eyes snapped open.He sat up straight, his dark eyes instantly locking onto mine."Diane," Dom said, his voice deep and raspy. "Are you awake?""Yes," I whispered, my throat feeling dry like sand. "I'm awake."Dom immediately stood up from the chair. "Let me go and call the doctor."He turned to head toward the door, but I reached ou
Dom I stood with my back against the cold hospital wall, watching the emergency room doors swing open. The nurses wheeled Diane inside on a tall rolling bed. Her face was pale, her long dark eyelashes resting still against her white skin. She looked tiny on the wide mattress. "Calm down, Alpha," the doctor said, holding his hands up to keep Julian back. "She is not in physical danger. This is severe mental stress and sudden shock. Her body just shut down to protect itself. We are going to keep her stable, give her a light sedative, and let her rest. She will be just fine." I let out a slow, quiet breath through my nose. I knew she was going to be fine. I knew her body couldn't take the sudden wave of panic. Watching that innocent boy die right in front of her, combined with the horror of the online news, had broken her mind's defense. It was shock. Nothing more. Julian pushed past the nurses, following the bed into the private room. He put on a grand performance for the hospital
Celine The private Pack Hospital. It was the most prestigious, expensive hospital in the entire territory. Only the richest families and highest political leaders could afford to go there. The doctors there were the best in the pack. My mind raced. What if I ran into someone I knew from the gala? What if someone recognized me carrying two sick kids in a ripped golden dress? “I do not care,” I whispered to the quiet room. “I do not care if the whole world sees me.” I leaned down and wrapped Lily in a thick blanket. I lifted her limp body into my arms. She felt so light, so weak. Her head fell back against my shoulder like she did not have the strength to hold it up. Maria ran back into the room holding a black purse filled with cash and my small velvet jewelry box. A file. “I got it!” Maria panted. “I got everything!” “Cover her up so nobody sees the rashes! Let us go!” Maria carefully lifted one from the bed. Lily let out a soft, painful groan that ripped through my c







