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me from the study. The heavy door clicked shut behind me, sealing away the s

tearing scream in my soul. I forced mysel

ears of swallowing toxic suppressants to mask my scent and hide my true identity from Dominik, combined with the devastating spiritual trauma of the Rejection, had completely locked my power away. Right now, my body-chemically weakened for so long-was h

ft in the service corridor leading to the back garden. Its security sensor w

h a pained, convincing groan. "My stomach... it hu

o the clinic, but they couldn't risk me miscarrying on their watch. They would be he

tried to lift me, I threw all my remaining weigh

ambled to my feet and ran like my life d

ning shriek of the manor's alarm blared, a terrify

the dim, dusty corridors, finally finding the servic

ser. I crawled on my hands and knees, feeling my way toward the vent. My beautiful white dres

al grille. I pushed it open. A blast of freezing, sn

was falling heavier now, a thick, freezing

ew it had a three-minute maintenan

y legs felt like lead weights. The cramping in my lower abdomen was becoming sharper, a terrifying warning from my fragile body

fueled me. He was innocent. He was all I

ms. They were already releasing the tracker hounds. I coul

ered my connection to her. The majestic white wolf of my true bloodline was suppressed, trapped in the dark, bruised recesses of my mind, unable to break throu

e minute to midnight. I hid behind a large oak tree, my heart po

avy boots and the vicious bar

d lights on top of th

The rough, icy surface scraped my palms raw, leaving bloody

, a searchlight beam swept across th

re!" a gua

of the woods swallow me whole, or would it be the bloody path to my only salvation?