His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 28

My heart sank as I read through the lies, the accusations.

Sienna, that vile woman, had started slandering me in the public media, portraying me as some sort of villain

responsible for her misfortunes. She

blamed me for her disfigurement, for her failed relationships, spinning a web of lies that the public was all too eager to believe.

My wolf growled in the back of my mind, a low, angry sound that mirrored the rage building within me. How dare she? the wolf snarled. How dare she try to tarnish your name?

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But I was too tired to be angry. All I felt

was a deep, bone-weary sadness. They

didn't know me, didn't know what I had

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been through. All they saw were Sienna's lies, and they believed every word.

Not long after, people who didn't know the truth were coming to my house, throwing bottles, shouting obscenities, as if I were the monster Sienna painted me to be.

A knock at the door startled me, and I

stood, wiping my eyes as I made my way

to the front of the house. The voices

outside were growing louder, angrier, but the sight that greeted me when I opened

the window to

Nathan stood there, a large bouquet of

flowers in his hands, his expression a mix

of frustration and desperation. The crowd

outside seemed to take this as some sort of

confirmation that he had cheated on me,

that I was the wronged party, and they started smashing things in anger.

"Doris, I-" Nathan began, but before he

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in their path. Jathan was in the thick of it, fighting them off even as they landed blow after blow. My house had been taken over before, and It looked like it was happening again. Only this time, Nathan was here, and instead of leaving apathetically like he used to, he was out there, his shoulders stiff

tension.

heard glass shattering downstairs, the unmistakable crash of

the walls.

the walls.

ground

at the intruders. His

fists, and I could

neck tense as he struggled to

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of hope

finally

life we had once

do was watch atch

the chaos

going to stand there like a coward, or

jaw tightened. He took a

he wasn't backing down

time. The

rogue closest

wolf with

first. I watched as

to his shoulder,

twisted around,

square to the rogue's jaw.

of bone

echoed through the air.

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be

De fight had begun,

circling Nathan like predators. One of them-a scrappy, wiry wolf

behind, claws extended. Nathan ducked just in time, spinning around to grab the wolf by the arm and throw him against the side of the house. The impact sent a shockwave through

moment, Nathan wasn't the

he used to be. He fought

wolf cornered, like someone who

pushed too far.

calculated,

rogue came at

swinging a knife, but Nathan sidestepped, grabbing the rogue's arm and twisting it until the

a swift kick to

sent

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