Chapter 275\u00a0<\/p>\n
The pack guards stayed outside, keeping watch. Making sure no one else tried to attack us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Incase we were followed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As I sat there, my body aching and my throat bruised, holding a cup of tea with shaking hands, I thought about everything that had\u00a0<\/p>\n
happened tonight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We\u2019d just told our family about the baby.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We\u2019d been attacked in our own home.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We\u2019d fought for our lives.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And we\u2019d survived.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sarah had been magnificent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019d been incredible.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And, I\u2019d managed to protect my child and controlled myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Despite the overwhelming urge to shift, despite my wolf screaming at me to let her out, I\u2019d held on to my human form.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What could have caused the attack? This wasn\u2019t a mistake. This was deliberate and I\u2019m hundred percent sure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What if they come back after today?\u00a0<\/p>\n
If they came back, we\u2019d still do what we know how to do. Stand by each other.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My hand went to my stomach again, a gesture I couldn\u2019t seem to stop making.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d Sarah asked quietly, noticing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I dropped my hand quickly. \u201cYeah. Just sore.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She studied me for a moment but then she just nodded and went back to watching the kids sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFifteen minutes. I\u2019ll be there in fifteen minutes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
12:37 Mon, Jan 19 M\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 275\u00a0<\/p>\n
I held onto that promise like a lifeline.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fifteen minutes until Tristan was here.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fifteen minutes until I could feel his arms around me and know for certain that everything was going to be okay.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I just had to hold on for fifteen more minutes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u0b1d\u0b1f (62)\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was staring at my phone, counting down the minutes, when I heard cars pulling up outside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart leaped into my throat and I was on my feet before I could think about it, ignoring the protest from my bruised ribs and\u00a0<\/p>\n
aching body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The door burst open and Tristan came through it like a storm, his eyes wild and searching until they found me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAthena,\u201d he breathed, and then he was across the room in three long strides, pulling me into his arms so tight I could barely breathe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m okay,\u201d I said against his chest, even though everything hurt and I was shaking. \u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands cupping my face, and I watched as his eyes took in every injury, every bruise, every mark on my skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His jaw clenched when he saw my neck, the dark purple bruises already forming where the man had choked me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not fine,\u201d he said, his voice rough with emotion and barely controlled panic. \u201cLook at you, look at your neck, your face.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m alive,\u201d I corrected. \u201cWe\u2019re alive.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hands moved from my face down to my shoulders, then my arms, like he was checking to make sure I was real, that I was actually standing in front of him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then his hand went to my stomach, pressing gently, and I saw the fear in his eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe baby,\u201d he said, his voice breaking slightly. \u201cTell me the baby is okay.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I admitted, and saying it out loud made the fear I\u2019d been holding back come rushing forward. \u201cI was careful, I tried to protect my stomach during the fight, but I don\u2019t know for sure.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Behind him, Orion came through the door and Sarah was already moving toward him, and I saw him catch her in his arms, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But what made my breath catch was the man following them, carrying a medical bag, someone I recognized from the pack.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Dr. Chen, our pack\u2019s doctor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
12:37 Mon, Jan 19 M\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 275\u00a0<\/p>\n
My eyes went back to Tristan. \u201cYou brought a doctor.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
:\u00a0<\/p>\n
A 62\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course I brought a doctor,\u201d he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were attacked, you\u2019re hurt, and you\u2019re pregnant, did you think I was going to just hope everything was fine?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Relief flooded through me so intensely that my knees almost gave out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan caught me immediately, holding me up. \u201cHey, hey, I\u2019ve got you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI was so scared,\u201d I whispered. \u201cThe whole time we were fighting, all I could think about was the baby, about protecting the baby.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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