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she added. A few seconds of silence passed, then I asked: “Does it hurt… bad?” I notice her jaws drop instantly. “Well…yeah, it does” she sighed. There was a pause. “How does it feel?” I asked, my voice sounding so timid. My hand was still in hers. “It um…you start feeling this pain like your intestines are rumbling, your lower abdomen would get tight and hurt a lot. Then, the bleeding…But in the end, you’ll be fine” she concluded, adding a little hope.

EMMELINE ■□■□■□■□ The pain hit me like I’d been punched from the inside. Sharp. Sudden. Wrong. My whole body jerked like it was trying to tear itself apart. It wasn’t just cramps or some dull ache either. This was sharp. Searing. Like something inside me had claws. One second I was sitting on the edge of the bed trying to breathe through the tightness in my back, and the next—

Megra The pain hits me like a tidal wave, crashing through my body and tearing a scream from my throat. It's like nothing I've ever felt before—sharp, overwhelming, and relentless. I clutch my stomach, the contractions squeezing me from the inside, leaving me gasping for air. My heart races with a mix of anxiety and fear. This is it. The baby is coming.

Her face went hot with the shame of it. "I can't—" "Again," the old woman said. Not cruel. Just certain. Maya tried again. And this time something answered. Pain came first. Not the bad kind. Sharp, bright, her bones shifting like furniture being dragged across a floor, her skin gone too tight and then too loose all at once. She heard herself gasp. She felt her own teeth ache in her gums. When she opened her eyes, every wolf at that table was staring.

With a fierce look on her face, she hissed like a mother hen protecting her chicks, "Get out of here!" "Okay, okay! Just chill, Tabitha. I'll leave right away." Just when I turned around, I heard her wince behind me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around, only to see her brows knitted, pain etched all over her face. I immediately rushed over and asked, "What's wrong? Did the pups kick you again? Just now, I felt like they were moving very frequently." "Ouch..." Tabitha held her belly, looking pale as a ghost.

Each hit was filled with the pain of losing Matilda, each punch an expression of his overwhelming need for vengeance. Stephan was thrown back again, crashing into the earth like a meteor, creating a small crater where he landed. His body ached from the relentless assault. He wiped a smear of blood from his mouth, disbelief etched across his face.

I gasp, clutching myself as the pain flares again. “Are you okay?” Mia’s voice is near me. The pain hits in waves, and I grit my teeth, trying to stop it. “Oh, Goddess, Vera… he’s having sex with her.” “Maniac,” I curse under my breath as another wave of pain hits me again. Mia helps me to my room. I collapse on the flat, bug-infested mattress on the floor. The pain keeps coming in intervals, each wave sharper than the last. Then, suddenly, it stops.

“You should be happy I didn’t trash it.” “Pervert,” I breathe out with a giggle as I start opening the buttons of his shirt. Getting back onto his knees, he pulls his shirt down his shoulders, before opening his pants. I watch him, feeling like burning up, and bite my bottom lip. Just as he slams his lips back on mine, I’m just about to drive my hands into his hair, but flinch as a stabbing pain pierces through me. “Everything alright?” Matthew stops kissing me and looks at me worried as he must have felt the spasm in reaction to the pain.

she added. A few seconds of silence passed, then Octavia asked: "Does it hurt...really bad?" Mica's jaws dropped instantly, but no - she couldn't bring herself to break in front of her sister. "Well...yeah, it does" she sighed. There was a pause. "How does it feel?" Octavia asked, her voice sounding so timid. Her hand was still in Mica's. "It um...you start feeling this pain like your intestines are rumbling, your lower abdomen would get tight and hurt a lot. Then, the bleeding...But in the end, you'll be fine" she concluded, adding a little hope.

"Please. Tell me what's wrong." I felt a tight, heavy weight in my chest, and it was hard to breathe. I looked away, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "I didn't want to bother you," I whispered, my voice soft and gentle. "It's just... cramps." For a moment, Matthias was completely still. His whole body was tense, and his fists were clenched in the sheets as if he needed to hold himself back physically. A look of sadness and anger flashed across his face — not at me, I knew, but at himself. I totally understand how you're feeling. It's hard when you feel helpless, isn't it?