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CHAPTER 65: COST OF WRATH

DOMINIC.

For a long second, I stare in shock at Clarisse’s crumpled and still body on the floor, totally fearing the worst.

It is the sight of blood that kicks me into motion.

“Clarisse!” I exclaim as I hurry towards her body, lifting her head to see her eye closed. “Clarisse! Come on, babe. Please open your eyes.”

I try to shake her awake a few times and that is when I notice the blood.

A lot of it.

Pooling underneath her.

Oh, goddess

Please, please not our baby.

I lift her in one swoop and race through the mansion, out the door and across the pack to get to the pack clinic.

“George!” I roar as I burst into the building, panting and frantic. “Where the heel is George?!” I scream at the stunned and foolishly staring attendants.

A few of them scatter, hopefully to go in search of him while two others rush over and wheel over a hospital bed.

“Alpha,” they call as one gesture towards the bed, urging me to put her on it.

“Get me George!” I growl at them, too scared to let her go.

Oh, what
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