Demian Rachel intrigued me, but it was Dana who truly captured my attention. However, I was momentarily worried about Rachel's strange behavior. “What’s wrong, Rachel? Why are you nervous? You check your phone every minute.” “I’m worried, Demian. I don’t know if it was a good idea for me to come with you. I’m a werewolf, but Thomas scares me. He’s been cruel to me. I’ll stay in the car if you don’t mind. I don’t want him to see me.” “Thomas won’t hurt you again, Rachel,” I assured her. That idiot was on my blacklist. I didn’t understand how he could do this. He denied having anything to do with Dana’s escape, but he lied. Thomas was covering for her. There was evidence against him. “But I’ll stay.” We arrived at a house I had never seen in my life. Thomas was part of the pack, but we were never very close. The police officers surrounded Thomas’s house. I got out of the car and approached the patrol car of my beta, the woman who took my report about Dana’s disappearance. Not ev
DanaThomas and I were about to have lunch. He had always come to see me after work and cooked for me so I wouldn't have to move. Thomas was a great man, and I know Jeremy would have been jealous, but he would have been eternally grateful that Thomas took such good care of Rachel and Demian.Two days have passed since I escaped from the hospital with Thomas. My stay at the house has been comfortable, but my head and heart have been in a terrible state. Being away from Jeremy and not knowing anything about him was killing me.Thomas said he had asked about Jeremy, and the doctors had the same news as a few days ago: he was in critical condition. Jeremy was still fighting for his life.Thomas had to turn off his phone to stop Demian from calling us. The pack members were on Demian's side, so we couldn't take any risks. I've lived in uncertainty for two days. Demian has been relentless these past few days asking about me. Demian wasn't foolish and knew Thomas was involved. Sooner or late
DanaI felt queasy almost the entire trip back home. My assistant drove me home so I could rest."Miss Dana," my assistant said. She looked at me through the rearview mirror of the car."Yes?" I replied."I don't mean to be intrusive, but have you had your period?"The question took aback me."Excuse me?""You missed your medical check-up, miss. You had an appointment with the doctor three weeks ago. And you haven't attended. You've been feeling unwell almost every day for weeks."My heart began to beat rapidly. I hadn't even noticed.My menstrual cycle wasn't regular, so I never worried about it. But with my assistant's words, something stirred within me. No, my period hadn't arrived yet, and it should have by now.I didn't reply and looked away.He parked at home, and I got out of the car, feeling too dizzy. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. My assistant left, and I walked towards the house.My husband said he had a meeting with businessmen at another company, but I
Dana When I woke up, I realized I was in my room. I had a horrible feeling upon waking up. I remember having a terrible nightmare about my marriage: my nephew was Demian's son. My husband cheated on me with my stepsister. I saw Demian standing at the foot of the bed. He was looking at me intently. There was something strange in his gaze. I noticed coldness, and I felt puzzled. Then, I remembered everything: My dream was not a dream. It was real. Demian did cheat on me with my stepsister, and she claimed that her son was Demian's. I hurriedly got out of bed. I suddenly felt dizzy and had to sit down again. My eyes searched for Demian's to judge him for his actions. "You!" I pointed at him. "I don't think it's time for us to have this discussion, Dana." "And when will it be the time?! You said you don't love me. You love her, and you've cheated on me with my stepsister in my own house!" "Soon, this won't be your house, Dana," he confessed. I looked at him attentively. Could he.
Dana I looked at the doctor. "Tell me what's going on with me. Am I sick?" "I wouldn't call it that, Dana," she sat beside me and handed me a paper with medical results, "Did you know you're pregnant?" I opened my eyes wide. My heart pounded hard against my chest. I couldn't believe it. Pregnant? For a moment I thought about it, but I didn't think my assistant was right. I got pregnant, and I had just divorced the father of my children. This was a nightmare. I was afraid of being a mother. I didn't feel ready. But something inside me changed when my doctor showed me my baby on a screen. It was a tiny spot inside me. "This is a baby," she pointed out. "It's so... small." My emotions were all over the place. I felt excited, sad, desperate, and scared. A baby is a huge responsibility, and I was afraid I wouldn't be a good mother to my child. I dreamed of starting a family in the future but with Demian. And an hour ago, he left me for my stepsister. Tears escaped my eyes. "You
Dana Demian turned around, waiting for me to say something. He crossed his arms. "What? What do you have to tell me?" I almost told him the truth, but something inside me screamed that it wasn't right. Something inside me begged me not to. So I remained silent and looked at him. Immediately, I felt guilty because I couldn't keep hiding from Demian that we were going to be parents together. I couldn't carry that weight for the rest of my life. But maybe the time to talk wasn't then. We were both angry with each other. We shot daggers with our eyes. We felt resentment. Each of us had our own reasons, but we agreed that we didn't like each other. He looked at me impatiently. "Are you going to speak or should I leave?" "Leave," I requested. "I have nothing to say to you," I finished and turned around. I went back to bed. Demian scanned me with his eyes and sighed. He looked so handsome. I wanted to run and hug him. My heart couldn't understand why he did what he did. Why did he do
Dana Her words dumbfounded me. "Are you capable of threatening me with death? What happened to you, Rachel?" "I can kill you. I don't want you to get in my way or Demian's. We will start a family and get married." Married? Did he already propose to her? I felt a pang in my heart. I didn't want Demian to marry her. He was the love of my life. I thought of Rachel's son. The three-year-old boy. "Have you understood, Dana?" She pulled my hair harder. I groaned in pain and let out a scream. "Yes! I understood! Let me go!" Rachel let go of me abruptly. I felt humiliated by her. "You better keep your promise. Don't make me shoot you. You have no idea what I'm capable of," Rachel reminded me. After all this, I think I did realize what Rachel was capable of. Rachel gave me a superior smile and turned around to leave. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to ask her questions, but the doubt was killing me. I needed to know. Could she lie to Demian about the paternity of her child? "Is it tru
Dana I picked up the bags with my belongings and got up from the floor. Rachel's gaze was still fixed on me. I wanted to say so many things to her, but I had to swallow my words. If she truly got enraged, Rachel wouldn't hesitate to hit me or harm me. Her crazy look made that clear. I almost ran to the door with tears in my eyes. I was tired of the injustice that permeated my life. I had to go to the hospital to get checked because I was afraid for my babies. Fortunately, everything was fine, but they wanted to admit me for a day to make sure. I had to refuse, even though I knew it was the right thing to do. If I didn't leave, Rachel would kill me. I had to buy a suitcase for the trip and went to see my mother. She had no idea what had happened in my life, and I didn't plan to tell her the truth. Mom would have a heart attack and would go to kill Demian if she found out. Mom suffered too much when my father left her for Rachel's mother. I decided to take the example my mother ga