Chapter 8 Duke and May

Duke pov

I felt her fucking panic attack and heard her scream no over and over. I got inside and she was in a corner sobbing. Pulling her in my arms I'm met with resistance and I hate it. I should of never told her I didn't want her or she would never be a mom. Her panic attacks alone make me feel sick. That bastard raped my mate numerous times and I couldn't kill him.

"your fine, I soothe rubbing her hair, just relax",she hiccups and I find it cute. She tries to take a few deep breaths to calm herself. She has these alone Silas hisses at me.

"I'm okay you can let me up now",she wants to leave my arms but I refuse to let go.

"stay still",I order gruffly.

"I'm good now I just want to lay down Duke",she yawns so I stand and head to her room. Her eyes hold fear but all I do is lay us down and snuggle her. She is shaking as I rub her arms and back.

"who did it?",I wait as she shudders.

"all of them, her voice breaks, Dwight, Fred and Mark all did it. His bitch Edith watched",she whimpers