Page 34 of The Monster's Wife


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My eyes pop open. I watch the old witch suspiciously, but she shakes her head.

Okay, I guess that’s a secret for now.

“She is truly blessed.” Gods, what I would give to have even a single child of my own. I’ve spent years watching families in Haven grow. Employees have come and gone, building lives of their own.

I’ll get to do it all over again in a new town once I get resettled.

The echoing pop of a portal being opened radiates through the parking lot.

“Fuck,” I whisper. Ice slides through my veins as my hand flies to my chest. Did my heart just decide to stop beating? I’m on my knees, but I sway like I might hit the ground.

I knew they’d be able to track me, but I had no idea it would come this fast. I haven’t even had the chance to explain to Atlas.

Dread snarls, stepping between us and the glowing opening to another realm.

Silence’s voice funnels through the portal. He says only one word, but my heart stops. “Ali.” He has a bit of an English accent, or that’s what comes closest to describing it in the human realm.

“Shit.” I’m sure he wants me dead so he can break our bond and find a replacement mate.

Emerson’s heart beats an erratic thump. My eyes fly to hers. The wound on her neck is completely sealed, which is a good sign, but several long seconds pass without any additional heartbeats.

I don’t know what the hell that means.

Her eyes pop open, and she sits straight up. Her eyes are completely white, and that’s a very bad sign for the babies...

I think.

In all honesty, I have no idea.

“Shit,” Laithe choruses.

“Shit indeed,” Meena mutters.

“Ember,” Emerson sobs, pulling her daughter into her chest. The small wolf wallows around her mother’s chest, sniffing and looking confused.

I blow out a heavy breath, nodding mindlessly.

She’s alive. Well, at least in some capacity. Thank the gods it worked.

There’s more talking, but it’s all muffled.

Now that Emerson is okay, panic sets in. My hands shake as my eyes dart around.

I need to leave now.

My gaze flies to the back door of The Den.

What have I done? I’ve ruined everything I built for myself here. I didn’t have a choice, but it doesn’t make the pain of having to leave any more manageable.

“You’ll die before you drag her back to Faere,” Dread says, drawing my attention as he crosses his arms over his chest. He really is a good friend and an honorable alpha. “Get all the females inside.”

“Drag her back? That’s my fuckingwife,” Silence snaps.

My gut churns uncomfortably. This is my nightmare come to life. I’ve had endless dreams about them catching up to me, but not one went like this.

“Mine too,” Hex says, stepping through the portal after Silence. He has close to a Scottish accent in the human realm. Although, Hex’s is thicker and more pronounced than even Silence’s accent.

“Double shit,” I add, because todayreallysucks. I’m strangely numb again for one of the worst moments of my life. It’s got to be a defense mechanism. If I shut down, I don’t have to feel the pain I know is coming my way.

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