101 Stupid

DamonThe door closed behind us. I couldn't turn around. My hand still gripped Ava's smaller one, her pulse fluttering against my fingers.Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows. The corridor smelled of antiseptic and something earthier—herbs, probably. Somewhere down the hall, a monitor beeped in steady rhythm."Daddy?" Ava tugged my hand.I forced myself to turn. Slowly. My eyes found the figure on the bed, and the air vanished from my lungs.Evelyn.Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, tangled and dull. An IV line snaked from her arm to a bag hanging beside the bed. Bruises bloomed across her cheekbone, her lip was split. But it was her. Unmistakably her.Five years. Five years telling myself she was—No. Not dead. I never let myself think that word. Just gone.The woman I'd known as Dr. Graham lay there, but now I could see through whatever disguise she had on. The curve of her neck. The scar at her left eyebrow that I'd once—Shit, how hadn't I seen it?"I..

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102 False Hope

SusanMother tapped her fingers against the armrest of her chair. Tap-tap-tap. The sound grated on my already frayed nerves."I don't see why you're so worked up," she said, examining her nails. "It's just a journal.""Just a journal?" My hands trembled as I gripped the wheels of my chair. The tremors had gotten worse in the hours since Dr. Graham—since Evelyn—had disappeared. "That journal has my treatment formula. I'm dying, Mother."Catherine tilted her head, studying me with that same clinical detachment she'd always had. Like I was one of her specimens. "You're in no condition to travel. Look at you, Susan. You can barely control your chair."She was right, which only made it worse. The tremors were becoming more frequent. Soon would come the fever, then the bone-deep pain that felt like being torn apart from the inside. Without Evelyn's treatments, I had days at most."Then you go," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Go to the university and get your journal.""I can't pos

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103 The Omega

DamonThe door to the holding room swung open with a heavy metallic groan that set my teeth on edge. Cold air rushed against my face, carrying the scent of concrete, old metal, and something else—fear, maybe, lingering from previous occupants. My eyes found Hilda immediately, curled up in the corner. Her head rested on her knees like she was taking a quick nap. At the sound of our entrance, she looked up, met my gaze directly, then put her head back down.No fear. No shock. Not even a flicker of surprise at seeing me. Just... nothing.I turned back to Robin, who stood with his guards right behind him. The old Alpha's face revealed nothing, but the slight slump of his shoulders told me more than his words would."This is a fortified holding area, designed to contain even the strongest Alpha," the boy with the tablet explained, his voice oddly formal for someone so young. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, casting sharp shadows across his serious face."Not the joke you hav

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All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 111 - Chapter 113

101 Stupid

102 False Hope

103 The Omega