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Wrath of the witches

Emma’s Pov:

As I sat on the swing hammock chair that was slowly swinging me back and forth, I couldn't help but think of how everything turned out beyond my and Scott’s control.

Was I glad that I was able to tell Scott my mind? Well, I'm not so sure. I must have brewed trouble between both friends. I wasn't to be blamed; it should be my mouth that should take the blame, talking without caution.

I looked into the bright blue waters of the pool that were staring at me. Now was a good time to swim and relax considering the intensity of the sun, but I had a lot on my plate right now to think that swimming in a pool was all I needed to feel fine.

I grinned as I looked down at my protruding belly as my baby kicked effortlessly. I rubbed my stomach gently. The only thing I could tell was that it was connecting me and Scott together.

I wondered how my life would have been if I didn't get pregnant and I was back at my old pack. Maybe I would still be the cursed stepchild of Alpha, and every day
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