Werewolf

&quot;What?&quot; I was completely stunned by the news.

 Eleanora knelt before me, gripping my sleeve tightly, tears streaming down her face. &quot;It’s been several days now, and during this time, more evidence has emerged, making their crimes even worse. I heard that Damon is being sentenced to thirty years! Thirty years! The best years of his life are ruined!&quot;

 I covered my mouth, unable to speak, overwhelmed by grief.

 &quot;Seraphina, even if you don’t care about Crestfall Dynamics, please... Damon can’t be destroyed like this. He’s still in his twenties, unmarried. How could he spend the rest of his life in prison? Please, I beg you, talk to Mr. Nightbane! I’m on my knees, Seraphina! Please, save Damon!&quot;

 &quot;Mrs. Hawthorne, please, get up!&quot; I hurried to pull her to her feet.

 But Eleanora refused, staying on her knees, begging and bowing.

 &quot;Please save 

“Seraphina Lycoris, are you truly willing to go this far for that thief?” Darius’s gaze darkened as he looked down at me, his eyes cold and unyielding.

 Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded, my voice shaky with desperation. “Please, let Damon go. He’s innocent…”

 Darius’s expression remained impassive, and he didn’t respond.

 The massive wedding hall was eerily silent, the tension thick in the air.

 Isolde, wearing her pristine white wedding gown, rushed over, her gaze venomous as she glared at me, kneeling on the floor.

 “Alpha Darius,” she softened her voice, feigning distress as she clung to his arm. “What’s going on? Why is Miss Seraphina here at our wedding?”

 I wiped away my tears, gathering every ounce of strength to steady myself, my voice sharp and unwavering.

 “Alpha Darius, will you agree or not? If you don’t, I will make a scene. Isolde is right here—today, I’ll se

In the operating room, I could feel the instruments moving inside me, twisting and turning. The excruciating pain tore through me, and my face instantly went pale. My fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

 Yes, I should remember this pain. I had wronged the child, and this pain was something I deserved to bear.

 Blood began flowing down my legs, and my body grew cold. My head swam in dizziness, and before the surgery was finished, I lost consciousness.

 I slept fitfully, trapped in a restless, oppressive slumber.

 In my dreams, the cries of a baby echoed, mingled with Darius’s cold, dark face...

 I struggled to awaken from the nightmare, and by my bedside stood Damon, his face bruised and battered.

 &quot;Seraphina, you’re finally awake!&quot; Damon immediately took my hand. &quot;You’ve been unconscious for a day and a night. You scared me half to death...&quot;

 My body felt heavy

&quot;What?&quot; I was completely stunned by the news.

 Eleanora knelt before me, gripping my sleeve tightly, tears streaming down her face. &quot;It’s been several days now, and during this time, more evidence has emerged, making their crimes even worse. I heard that Damon is being sentenced to thirty years! Thirty years! The best years of his life are ruined!&quot;

 I covered my mouth, unable to speak, overwhelmed by grief.

 &quot;Seraphina, even if you don’t care about Crestfall Dynamics, please... Damon can’t be destroyed like this. He’s still in his twenties, unmarried. How could he spend the rest of his life in prison? Please, I beg you, talk to Mr. Nightbane! I’m on my knees, Seraphina! Please, save Damon!&quot;

 &quot;Mrs. Hawthorne, please, get up!&quot; I hurried to pull her to her feet.

 But Eleanora refused, staying on her knees, begging and bowing.

 &quot;Please save Damon, I beg you, please.&quot;

 A pang of guilt twisted in my chest. I had dragged the Hawthorne f

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