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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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

tension.

time. I heard glass shattering downstairs, the

the walls.

the walls.

stood his ground in the

the

fists, and I could

struggled to maintain his composure. I should've felt

Pleas, But

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of hope that

he'd finally

me, for the life

all I could do was watch

from the chaos

open window. "You're going to stand there like a

jaw tightened. He

wasn't backing down

time. The

closest

with

down his cheek-lunged first. I watched as Nathan

shoulder, but it

twisted around,

square to the rogue's jaw.

of bone

echoed through the air.

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be

De fight had begun,

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

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 the walls, and I

a moment, Nathan

he used to be. He fought

wolf cornered, like someone who

been pushed too

were calculated, his

The scarred rogue came

the rogue's arm and twisting it until

swift kick to

sent

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