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119. A spy in my pack.
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Living with the Enemy. 114. Screeching of Brakes.
Elena. Deangelo and I entered the movie theater, and instantly, I felt a rush of excitement. Spending time with him always brought me joy, and this movie date was just what I needed. We found two seats in the middle row and settled in comfortably. As the lights dimmed, the previews started playing, and we eagerly discussed which movies we wanted to see in the future. Finally, the main feature began, and we both leaned back, grabbing our popcorn and drinks. I became engrossed in the story, feeling the emotions of the characters on the screen as if they were my own. Deangelo would occasionally lean in to whisper a comment or joke, and I couldn't help but giggle and playfully nudge him. The movie grew more intense and suspenseful, causing Deangelo's hand to tighten around mine. We were both on the edge of our seats, eagerly anticipating what would happen next. When the climactic moment arrived, we both gasped and held our breath. As the credits started rolling, we sat in silence for a
Living with the Enemy. 115. The Surgery Room.
Elena. The hospital was a flurry of activity. People rushed by in a blur, their footsteps echoing off the sterile white walls. I sat in the waiting room, surrounded by the sounds of beeping machines and the constant chatter of nurses and doctors. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and antiseptic, making my nose twitch. I watched as families bustled past me, some crying and others lost in thought. The sound of sobbing children echoed down the hallway, and I felt my heart break for them. I wondered how they could bear to be in this place, surrounded by so much pain and fear. While I waited for news from the doctors, my mind drifted to memories of Deangelo. I remembered the way he would smile at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I remembered the way his hand felt in mine, strong and steady. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I blinked them away. Minutes ticked by, and I grew more and more anxious.I watched as doctors and nurses rushed in and out of Deangelo's room, their
Living with the Enemy. 122. Some of his Memories.
Elena.I sat in silence for a few more minutes, sipping on the water, trying to calm myself down. After a while, I decided to take Luca's advice and take the children home to rest. I stood up from my chair, grabbed my purse, and walked over to Mia and Diego, who were sleeping on the couch in the corner of the room.I gently shook them awake, and they looked up at me with tired eyes. "Let's go home and rest," I said softly, and they nodded their heads in agreement. We made our way out of the waiting room, and I couldn't help but look back at the doors leading to the operating room, hoping for some good news soon.Diego's sobs were the only sounds that echoed in the house as everyone else slept. His cries tugged at my heartstrings as I tried to soothe him. I carried him around the room, rocking him in my arms with his head on my shoulder while trying to shush him. He felt so heavy, but I didn't mind; he was just a child, and he needed someone to comfort him. After what felt like hours,
Living with the Enemy. 116. Blissful for me.
Sofia. I returned to the hospital after Elena and the kids had left. I felt a mixture of relief and anxiety as I heard that Deangelo was stable and recovering. Thankfully, his werewolf abilities were aiding in his healing process. I anxiously waited for the doctor to come out and provide an update on his condition. When the doctor finally emerged, I held my breath, preparing for the worst. To my shock, the doctor informed us that the trauma to Deangelo's brain might have affected some of his memories. While not all memories were lost, there was a possibility that some of them might be gone. It was uncertain whether those memories could be recovered, and there was no guarantee. Despite the uncertainty, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The most important thing was that Deangelo was going to survive. Luca attempted to call someone for assistance, but nobody answered. He had no choice but to return home. Understanding the gravity of the situation, I knew I couldn't leave Deangelo's
Living with the Enemy. 117. Something Missing.
Deangelo. I felt a piercing pain in my head as my eyes struggled to open. It was so intense that I couldn't move or speak. I tried to recall what happened, but everything was hazy. I felt helpless and afraid, strapped to a bed with wires and tubes sticking out of my body. The pain was so overwhelming that I thought it was going to be the end of me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I wanted to ask for help, but I couldn't remember anything or anyone. I felt lost and confused, like I was floating in a dark void. Slowly, the pain started to subside, and I began to see flashes of memories. I remembered my family, my pack, and my wife, then another unfamiliar face. The memories were blurry, but they brought a sense of comfort and familiarity. As I opened my eyes, I saw a room filled with machines and monitors beeping and flashing. The room was sterile, and the walls were painted in a dull white color. I tried to move my arms, but they were restrained by straps. I felt a cold swe
Living with the Enemy. 118. Deangelo is mine.
Elena. I couldn't wait to see Deangelo. As I made my way to his room in the hospital, I felt anxious and nervous at the same time. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew I had to be strong for him. When I entered his room, I could see that he was in pain. He was laid on the bed, and he looked so pale and weak. I wanted to rush to his side and hold him, but I knew that was not possible as I would put our secret relationship into the faces of others or something worse could happen and this was not something that was needed at the moment. But immediately I walked into the hospital room, I could sense something was off. He was awake, and his eyes were open, but they were vacant. It was like he was looking through me instead of at me. I had never seen him like this before. In our relationship, he always looked at me like he loved me, like I was one of the beings that mattered so much to him. But now, it was like he didn't even recognize me. It hurt to see him like this, but I pushed my
Living with the Enemy. 119. Protect what's mine.
Sofia. I had just arrived home after spending the whole day at the hospital with Deangelo, feeling completely exhausted. As soon as I walked into my room, one of the maids handed me a package that had just arrived for me. I took it from her without really thinking anything of it and set it on my bed, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Deangelo. I sat down on my bed and opened the package, curious to see what it could be and as soon as I tore open the box, an awful smell hit my nostrils. But as soon as I saw what was inside, I let out a blood-curdling scream and tossed the package away from me. It was a dead rat, lying lifeless and stiff inside the package. I was horrified and felt a shiver run down my spine. Who would do such a thing? And why send it to me? While I tried to calm myself down, I heard the sound of footsteps running up to my room. The other staff members had heard my scream and were coming to check on me. I quickly threw the package under my bed, not wanting a
Living with the Enemy. 120. Wiped off his heart.
Elena. Days had passed, and I hadn't had a chance to spend time alone with Deangelo, the alpha. Even though he had been brought back home for his treatment, it seemed like there was always someone around him. But today, Sofia mentioned that she had an urgent commitment, which meant she would be away from Deangelo for the first time since the accident. That was my opportunity. I patiently waited for Sofia to leave, and as soon as she was gone, I quietly slipped into his room. As I laid my eyes on him, my heart sank. He appeared so different. It was undeniably Deangelo lying in that bed, but his gaze was vacant, and he didn't seem to recognize me at all. I tried to shake off my worries and moved closer to him, hoping to provide some comfort. I reached out to embrace him, but he gently pushed me away, confusion evident on his face. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice distant and devoid of warmth. My heart shattered into a million pieces. This wasn't the man I knew—the one who held me c
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