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 "I'm afraid our fears have come to life," the doctor sighed after he'd given me some water when I'd woke up. I don't understand what happened and why it happened but as the doctor says this sentence everything kind of falls into place. I remember everything from my mother's slap to me collapsing right before I reached the car and finally waking up on this bed next to Quentin. Quentin still lies still and now I don't know what to do as I look at the doctor who gives me a concerned look. "I don't think the Alpha...I'm afraid the reason that you feel weak is because the Alpha is unable to wake up. His wolf is losing the fight for survival, and now, it's, it's only a matter of time before he...before you both lose your lives." I shut my eyes at those words and desp

 The only way to describe it was that I was at peace. Peace had washed over me in waves and I felt like I was floating. I felt so light and airy like I didn't weigh a single ounce and I was just moving with the breeze of the wind. I felt so powerful like I hadn't just been on my deathbed, starving and thirsty. In fact that was so far away from my memory. I could almost hear soft singing in the distant, that soothed me even more. These beautiful hymns that just drove me further and further to a darkened yet peaceful world. "Sarafina," a voice called, it was an unfamiliar feminine voice. It felt so light that if I hadn't been so at peace, I wouldn't have heard it. "Moon Goddess," I responded, as my eyes opened and I looked around to

 My heart's banging against my rib cage, my palms are sweaty, and no matter how many times Quentin kissed me and told me everything would be alright, I knew that there was a possibility that they just wouldn't be.  My mother is the only family that I have left  and I can't afford to be arguing with her. I know she'll probably give me an earful about my behaviour at the restaurant but I've long since forgotten that day because I had more pressing matters. Like, oh you know, me dying.  I tried to get dressed up for today but I was still too weak and tired. I couldn't walk so I was in a wheelchair, wearing a floral long sleeve maxi dress and a pair of warm fluffy slippers.  I sent out one of the pack members to pick my mum up from her hotel a few hours ago and I knew that it would only be a matter of time before the car pulled up and I would see my mother after everything that's happened.&nb

 "Do you think she'll come around?" Quentin asked me as he slowly began to undress me so he could bath me. There really was no need for him to do any of this because I was feeling a lot better but he kept insisting and wouldn't take no for an answer. I raised my arms above my head, letting him take off the dress easily while I stood in front of him in my underwear, "I hope so," I mumbled honestly, concerned about my mother as I thought about how she had reacted once she gained consciousness. She started calling Quentin the devil and swore that this was some “satanic shit”, she also tried to run and when we stopped her, she kept screaming out the Lord's name and promising that she'll pour holy water all "over this bitch". But after the abrupt blow up, she was simply numb and went into more shock. I just sat th

 We didn't leave the bedroom for the next couple of days, hell, I'm not even sure how long we've been in here. All I know is that I didn't want to leave because things were finally good. Everything was just magical and wonderful; the kisses, the touches, the sweet loving strokes. I just couldn't get enough of this man and everything that he gave me. I dug my nails into his back, my head was thrown back as I let out a series of cries of ecstasy as each of his strokes hit me in the perfect spot that was my undoing. I could feel the tears cascading down my face as Quentin growled out words that made my clit tingle in excitement. I'd cum five times ever since we woke up this morning and I don't think I can take anymore but Quentin as stubborn as he always is, wouldn't listen.