"Dad, at least I need to see," I begged my father, who was rifling through Eric's kitchen drawers to find something for Ria to eat. The poor omega looked ashen, a thin body of bones in Jake's arms. He couldn't stop staring at his mate, completely mesmerized. Ria kept her eyes shut, holding her heavy stomach weakly "You will do no such thing. This is a battle, Willow. It has nothing you should have to witness," "My mate is out there, fighting for me. For us!" "Your father is right. It's going to scare you," Luke interjects. "Luke, I was mutilated in a cellar for the majority of my childhood. I am already scarred," I snapped back. I regretted it as soon as I saw the pained expression that overtook my father's features. But what could I do? It was the truth. Luke had no idea how to respond, scratching at his head and staring at a stain on the wall like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen. I was about to apologize to both of them when I heard the roar of a ven
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