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He kept typing and deleting messages in their chat, wanting to ask how she was, but fear held him back. In the end, he didn't have the courage to ask her himself and turned to Gio instead. "Madre Rossi? Did you only remember her now?" Gio said coldly. "She miscarried and is in the hospital. She lost the baby, yet you haven't gone to see her or contacted her." He added, "I've been at the hospital with her for the past few days. People keep saying she's a homewrecker and that the baby she lost was illegitimate. She can't even get a moment of peace in the hospital."

“In the hospital.” The room tilted. My mother gasped. Vane stepped forward. “What happened?” Laurent’s jaw tightened. “She was… injured. Last night. By Victoria.” The name dropped like a stone. Vane went still. My mother covered her mouth with her hand. I felt sick. “How bad?” I asked. Voice barely above a whisper. “Bad enough that she needed stitches. A fractured hand. Bruised ribs. Concussion. She’s stable now. Awake. Angry.” He paused.

“You look like a thirsty bitch., Mads” Maddie wrenched the bottle from her mouth and spat the water out. She got to her feet and slammed the bottle down at his. Her blood boiled in an instant and she slapped him, square across the face. The resounding crack carried over the audience drawing every eye to the pair. Maddie didn’t care. She squared up to the much larger wolf, canines bared at him, daring him to say something else.

She was given an address and was instructed to head there immediately. Soon, she found herself inside a private room in a club. Arthur, his friends, and Clarice were in the middle of a drinking game and seemed to be in high spirits. Upon noticing her, Arthur gestured at the glasses on the table. “Clarice has lost a few rounds and has to drink these as punishment, but she’s on her period today. Drink them for her, I’ll pay you ten thousand a glass.” Anise was aware Arthur had a bout of excessive drinking a while ago that ruined his liver, so he could not handle another drop of alcohol.

Madison's heart pounded in her chest as she turned to see Gina, bounding through from the other side and as her friend approached them, pushing Madison away, she kept on saying, "Keep your filthy hands away from her, you disgusting prick!" She quickly moved over to Madison who still couldn't stand steadily on her feet, as she just stared at the situation in front of them. "Jesus, Maddie. You've had a lot to drink.” Gina whispered into her ear, rubbing her forehead and trying to lift her up but Madison just felt weak, and her stomach also continued to churn. This was all her fault. She shouldn't have had to much drinks since she was one of those people who got drunk very quickly, and became a

He stopped a few feet away from her and put his hands inside his pockets. "Come again?" his tone was icy and emotionless that Michelle gulped a couple of times. "She attacked me! She pulled my hair and kicked my stomach! I have zero idea why she does it but this isn't the first time she's done it!" She was shouting profanities and stories making me a bad guy. She kept on talking about how I bit her and how I scratched her and how I grabbed her hair so hard she swore her scalp could be removed. She went on and on and even started crying that she may convince others. She began having hiccups that her friends rubbed her back in comfort but was halted when Alpha Salazar raised a hand.

"Safe down, why don't you understand?" He said angrily at the sound of her terrified voice. And came to him in a confused manner "Climb over my shoulder and then grab this tree trunk. I'll tell you how to climb above it." Xavier said in a depressing manner and placed the fingers of both his hands intertwined on his knee so that he could bear the weight of it. She put her hand on the trunk and as soon as she put her hand on it, she hung up. He got up quickly and grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up.

Marcus watched with hungry eyes, phone recording. Damien bent me over the same workbench where we had first lost control. He took his time this time, despite everything... spitting on his hand, working me open with thick fingers, kissing down my spine. When he finally pushed inside me, it was deep and powerful. I moaned loudly, not caring anymore.

She then put down her glass. She might be a heavy drinker, but she was a mother now—a mother of three. She shouldn’t be selfish and compromise the health of her babies. The last thing she wanted was to put her children in danger. “Your stomach? Not surprising, though. Most people who always hang out in bars have uncertain schedules and live disorderly lives, right?” Henry butted in. He shrugged and took a sip of his wine. Maddie turned to him, annoyed. “Who’s the one with the irregular schedule here? You’re the disorderly one!” Maddie replied in a sassy way.

As if this is all for show. But I am not most. XXX Joemar Russo POV One week later . . . The whispers are driving me fucking nuts. “I can hear you. If you want to know something, just ask me.” Madonna holds up two tea packets in a bout of challenge. “Does your mother want peppermint with no caffeine or super green to drink?” I look at my mom sitting at the bar in front of her. “Got it. Not everything is about me.” I walk to the terrace, hiding the pain that scorches my side with every step I take.