LOGINShare
09 Mask On
Last Updated:
2025-05-22 03:41:39
Latest chapter
He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 141 You Should Have Been The One Dead
Evelyn"I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired."No one spoke. The hallway stayed quiet except for my sniffling. My chest hurt. Everything hurt. If Ava was gone, what was the point?"Evelyn."I looked up at the infirmary entrance. The door had still been open since Catherine had come in with her dramatic entrance.Damon stood there.He looked—I didn't even know how to describe it. Wrecked wasn't enough. His clothes were torn to shreds, hanging off him in strips. Dirt and blood covered every visible inch of skin. His hair was matted with something dark. And his face—The missing eye was obvious now. The socket had healed over but the smooth, sunken skin where his eye should have been made him look wrong. Unbalanced.I stared at him for a second, then looked away. I didn't have the strength for this. The white-haired man still held my arms up from underneath, keeping me suspended like I was about to be crucified. All because I'd been swinging at Hilda.A hand caught my chin, forced my head up.
He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 140 I'm Tired
Evelyn"My daughter is dead. Ava is gone."Catherine's face went blank. Not shocked, not sad, not angry. Just empty. Like someone had switched her off.That scared me more than anything. My mother had never been helpless. Not when she'd shot my grandmother to end her suffering. Not when she'd walked away from our pack. Not even when she'd been pretending to have dementia. She always had control, always had a plan.But now she just stood there. Blank."You can't say that."Hilda's voice cut through the silence. She was looking at me with those intense eyes."Excuse me?" I turned on her."You can't say she's gone.""Stop it, Hilda." My voice came out harder than I intended. "Just stop.""I'm telling the truth.""You're delusional." I stepped toward her. "This isn't helping anyone. Your denial doesn't bring her back.""She's not gone." Hilda looked around the room, her gaze landing on everyone—the parents, Cole, even where the Shaman had been standing. "She's in there. Stuck. She needs h
He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 139 What Do You Mean She's Dead?
EvelynHilda and the white-haired man stared at each other. No words. Just this long, uncomfortable silence while everyone else pressed themselves against walls trying to get away from him."You're scaring the locals," Catherine said without looking back at him.He didn't respond. Didn't even acknowledge she'd spoken.The Shaman was muttering rapidly now, backing toward the wall. Her eyes kept darting between Hilda and Frost like she was seeing something impossible."Þetta er ekki hægt. Þeir eru útdauðir. Allir dauðir."This isn't possible. They're extinct. All dead.Catherine rolled her eyes. "Oh, calm down, Yrsa. You're being dramatic.""Þú veist ekki hvað þú hefur gert," the Shaman hissed. You don't know what you've done."I know exactly what I've done," Catherine said. "Question is, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in your cave, eating mushrooms and talking to rocks?"The Shaman's face twisted. "Börnin deyja vegna hennar." The children die because of her.She pointed at m
He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 138 Mother Returns
Evelyn"You're killing him, Hilda." Catherine stepped forward. "Let the man go."I stared at my mother. Everyone did. The woman who'd been confused and lost just days ago now stood there with perfect clarity in her eyes. No hesitation. No fog. Just Catherine Winters in full control.She looked around the crowded hallway, taking in the scene—parents pressed against walls, Cole and his useless guards, the Shaman cowering in the corner, Hilda strangling a man mid-air. Her gaze landed on me and she smiled. Tilted her head and shook it with pity.I didn't know how to react. Just stood there while my brain tried to process what I was seeing. The last time I'd seen her, she'd been confused, showing signs of memory problems. Now her eyes were focused and aware.Catherine walked forward and everyone's attention followed her across the room.She placed a hand on Hilda's shoulder, looked her straight in the eyes. "Relax. Put the man down."Hilda's grip didn't loosen. She looked at Tommy's father
He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 137 The Marker
CatherineMonths Ago"I think she's had enough. You can fix her now."The chalk snapped in my hand. I'd been writing equations for hours, lost in the flow, when Frost's voice cut through my concentration. My hand jerked, adding an unwanted line across the board.I took a deep breath, looking down at the broken pieces of chalk on the floor. Why now? I'd been so close to solving the protein synthesis problem.I breathed out slowly, looked around the room. Books stacked on every surface. Papers scattered across three different tables. Empty coffee cups I'd forgotten about. Then I looked at Frost standing in the doorway, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets. The hood was down, showing his pale face and that white hair that caught the fluorescent lights.The guy was beautiful—that was the only word for it, and even that didn't cut it. Wasn't natural for anyone to look like this. Cheekbones that could cut glass, those arctic blue eyes that seemed to glow when the light hit right. An Omega w
He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 136 The Idiot
CatherineMargaret sat pressed against the opposite door, as far from Frost as she could get without climbing out the window. Her fingers kept twitching toward her throat, checking for damage that wasn't there anymore.I watched the trees blur past. Moon Pack was maybe an hour away. Two if we hit traffic near the human settlements. The driver kept glancing in the rearview mirror at Frost, who hadn't moved since we'd gotten in the car."The idiot is about to do something stupid."Frost's voice came out flat. Before I could ask what idiot—though I had a pretty good guess—he'd already grabbed the door handle."Wait—" Margaret started.The door flew open. Wind roared through the car, whipping my hair across my face. Frost didn't hesitate. He rolled out while we were moving fast, hitting the asphalt with a sound that made Margaret scream.The driver swerved, tires squealing. "What the fuck—""Keep driving," I said, pulling the door shut. The latch clicked.Margaret's face had gone white. H
You may also like
The Beast And The Blessed
Ashley Breanne727.4K viewsThe Alpha's Tough Girl
Sadieperez9437.9K viewsHis Little Wolf
becky j554.5K viewsTHROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA
Cassandra M558.0K viewsToo Late, Alpha: The Mate He Never Wanted
C-Emmzy437 viewsContract with the Alpha
Aurora Starling272 viewsEx-Breeder's Return for Vengeance
Ogheneovo153 viewsMarried To My Triplet Alpha
Ela.Amore319 views
