My Omega, My Mate, My Rejected Luna
With trembling hands, I pushed it open and stepped inside, my breath catching in my throat at the sight before me.
There, in the center of the room, my Dora, sleeping peacefully in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling in rhythmic harmony. Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave as I approached her, my eyes brimming with tears of joy and desperation.
But my moment of solace was short-lived as the doctor, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, stepped forward to block my path.
"You can't be in here," he said, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief. "It's impossible for there to be a silver wolf in existence."
Bab Populer