Chapter 177

The truth about Amara is sure to cheer his old sick heart up but what if she tells him and Tatum finds out from him, that could ruin all her plans.

Before she can decide, Darren's grip tightens around her hand and his deep sad eyes look up at hers.

"Forgive him, he was naive. This pack needs you. Forgive us," his voice dry and weak.

Forgiveness? After all they made her go through?

How does she even forgive them?

What does she even forgive?

Where does she start from?

The torture, the torment, the abuse? Or perhaps the beating, the neglect, the humiliation, starvation?

He doesn't need to know that she is not capable of forgiving them, so she holds his hands and smiles down at him. "Do not worry about me father, I will do the right thing."

Darren coughs violently and blood spills out of his mouth. "Will you take him back

her heart breaking for him. She will never accept

will find a way to help you get better," she replies, putting her glasses back on and she steps

more time with him, she cannot risk being

anticipation, her heart racing

the corridor, she quickly lines the entrance with the white powder before she goes to sit on

taken off her panties and is wearing only a mini gown

air and his eyes turn red as they snap to Carmela

air and she slowly parts her legs, keeping them on her toes as her gown fakes up

tone as he walks towards her like a zombie,

is going

knows she is not who he desires, he rips his shirt off his feet

a scent, Leila's scent.

ragged all the

and pulls him against the wall, crashing her lips into his and

his lips as he throbs in her hands. "I'm mate,

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