Caged in Labor novel - Episode 17
—- might have survived.” I took out my phone and showed him a picture of the baby’s grave. “So don’t you dare try to use our child to threaten me. ” I didn’t want to say another word to him. I put my phone away and turned to leave. Seeing the gravestone, Damien completely shattered. Snot and tears streamed down his face. He pleaded with me, his voice utterly broken. “Elena, I can accept my pack going bankrupt, but I can’t accept a life without my mate!
When you’re not with me, it feels like my heart has been ripped out. I’m begging you, please come back to me. I truly know I was wrong. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you!” I let out a soft, cruel laugh, and my next words were designed to shatter what was left of his Alpha pride. “And what could a bankrupt, packless rogue like you possibly offer a Sterling?” —-
Damien froze, the words hitting him like a physical blow. I didn’t linger. I just turned and walked away.
That night, news spread through the werewolf world that the Blackwood pack had gone bankrupt. Ina fit of rage, Damien killed Victoria as she tried to flee with what was left of the pack’s treasures. Sophia witnessed the entire thing and went mad, disappearing completely the next day. As for Damien, he was hunted by old enemies who had always hated him. He didn’t run or hide. He walked right out to meet them, letting them tear him apart. Word of his death reached me not long after.
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They said that by the end, there wasn’t a single unmarred patch of skin on his body. His last words, repeated over and over, were a broken mantra: “T have to atone. For my sins. For my lost pup.” I whispered to the wind, my voice carrying the news —- to the grave. “Tt’s over, my sweet pup. The man who hurt us is gone. He paid his due.”Later, I got a little dog. He’s so smart and affectionate, always sticking close to my side.
Sometimes, I pretend he came back to me in the loyal heart of this little dog. And I pray that if there is a next life, the Goddess will let him be my son again.
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