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047: Blood, Bandage, And Bedside
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XAVIER’S POV The night clung to us like a suffocating shroud as we crept toward Elijah’s house. The forest was alive with the restless whispers of the wind. My men moved like wraiths behind me, their presence a steady, silent hum of loyalty. Kas was at my side, his sharp eyes darting across the dark corners, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitching. My mind was a blade, honed to a razor’s edge. No hesitation. No mercy. Not after what Elijah had done. “Search the house,” I ordered, my voice low but slicing through the stillness. “Bring him in—dead or alive.” The words hung heavy, a storm brewing in the air. My men nodded, their movements precise as they fanned out. But as we neared the front door, my Lycan senses prickled. The familiar scent of pine and damp earth was tainted—sharp, acrid. Gasoline. My nostrils flared, and a growl rumbled deep in my chest, raw and guttural. “Stay back!” I barked, throwing my arm out to halt them. My heart hammered against
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LILY’S POV Three days. It had been three days since I woke up, and every moment since felt like walking through a dream—hazy, fragile, but achingly real. The pain was still there, a dull, persistent throb that pulsed with every breath, a cruel reminder of what I’d survived. But it was nothing compared to the warmth that flooded me whenever I looked at my husband, Andrew. Gosh, referring to him as my husband still felt so surreal. He hadn’t left my side, not once, despite my weak protests. His stubbornness was maddening, but it also made my heart ache with a love so fierce it felt like it might burst. “Andrew,” I whispered, my voice thin, like a thread about to snap. “You need to go home. Sleep in a real bed. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He shook his head, his hand tightening around mine, his rough fingers brushing against my skin in a way that sent a shiver through me. “I’ll rest when you’re home with me,” he said, his voice low but steady. “Until then, I’m not leaving.
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Lily’s POVThe day had finally come. The sterile white walls of the hospital, the beeping machines, the faint smell of antiseptic—it was all behind me now. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers gripping the thin mattress, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. I was free. But freedom felt fragile, like a bubble I was afraid to pop.My husband was there, as he always was. His broad shoulders moved with quiet purpose as he packed my things—a sweater I’d barely worn, a book I’d never finished, the cards and flowers that had brightened the room. His hands were careful, almost reverent, as if each item held a piece of me.“You know,” I said, my voice light but trembling, “I’m not made of glass, Andrew. I can help.”He paused, his eyes lifting to meet mine. They were dark, intense, but softened by something I couldn’t quite name. “You’re not lifting a finger,” he said, his tone firm but gentle. “Not until we’re home.”I wanted to argue, to tell him I wasn’t helpless, but the words
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LILY’S POVI turned away, trying to busy and distract myself from going down that dark path again, but I couldn’t help it. The very thought that Elijah was still out there sent a shiver down my spine. Still, I refused to let the fear take hold.I didn’t want to dwell on it—didn’t want to give that monster any more power over me than he already had. But the truth was, it terrified me to know he was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.Yet, having Andrew by my side was enough to keep me calm. I knew my husband would never let anything bad happen to me—not if he could help it. His love and protection were my anchors, and I clung to them tightly.I walked over to him, my steps quiet but purposeful, and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I buried my face into his back, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent—warm, earthy, and uniquely his. It calmed my Lycan instantly, the tension in my body melting away as I held him tightly.Andrew p
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 112: Epilogue
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 111: More Kids?
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 110: Birthday Bash
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 108: Newborns
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 107: Cribs And Contraction
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