A slave to the alpha I rejected
But she continued thanking her baby.
She was thankful that he fought even through Nyssa’s assault, through the smoke,
Through the fire and through whatever Maeve was trying to feed her to kill her baby, through the lies, she had survived.
“I’m thankful to you and your healer, Maya. Thank you so much,” she said. He let out a smirk.
“Then care to tell me who you are?” He asked Celeste, and she stiffened.
She didn’t know if she should tell him, or if for now she wanted to keep it secret. “I’m Celly,” she said.