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 the thick of it, fighting them off even as they landed blow after blow. My

tension.

shattering downstairs, the unmistakable crash of something being

the walls.

the walls.

ground in the

at the intruders. His

and I

neck tense as he struggled to maintain

But

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of hope

time, he'd finally stand up

life we

could do was

detached from the chaos unraveling

open window. "You're going to stand there like a coward, or are you

jaw tightened. He

wasn't backing

time. The

rogue closest to

with a

down his cheek-lunged first. I watched as

to his shoulder, but it

twisted

square to the rogue's

crunch of

echoed through the air.

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be

De fight had begun,

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

the arm and throw him against the side of the house. The impact sent a shockwave through the walls, and I felt it upstairs, the tremor vibrating

moment, Nathan wasn't the

to be. He fought

like someone

pushed

were calculated,

rogue

but Nathan sidestepped, grabbing the rogue's arm and twisting it until the knife clattered to

swift kick to

Nathan sent

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