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His eyes were on me, but he wasn't speaking.
     “Gerald?” I touched his hand. “You have something to tell me?”
     All he said was “I understand.”
     But I felt the need to speak out. Guilt was building up in me, filling me up like a cup that was ready to overflow with water. His consistent look at me couldn't let me have a moment of peace.
     “Actually… Andrea and Raguel… They tricked me into spending a private time with Amon.” It was hard for me to maintain my flow of words, and I took in breaths. “I didn't realize he would try to seduce me.”
     My hands were rubbing against each other, the sweat forming on my palms acted as lubricant.
     But Gerald's expression did not change. “That's not a big issue on ground.” He shook his head about three times. “You have something that belongs to Amon.”
     Something that belonged to Amon? What if he knew I was pregnant with Amon's child?

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Was it all about love or the mate bond?
     My lover, Amon, had left me for a girl he claimed was his fated mate, and I was torn apart, feeling like there was no life without him.
     In just a month, I met Gerald, the Alpha of another pack, and he turned out to be my mate. But then, I was pregnant with Amon’s child.
     I had decided to keep my pregnancy a secret because of the rule of my pack, and Amon was never aware of it. Gerald marked me without a hint of it, but things turned crazy when Amon showed up in secret, claiming he loved me.
     I was conflicted, but there was more to Gerald that I didn't know. Everyone around me was hinting vague things about him that they weren't certain of.
     Well, whatever it was, I was going to accept it as part of my fate.

Leah's Fate

Austin carried me in his arms, and the blood from the injuries the panther shifters had caused on me was wetting his trousers, and also touching the ground to create a trail behind us.

"Ahh…" I groaned at the touch of his fingers.

"Sorry… As of now, the bar is the best place you can be. I need to patch you up."

Using his right foot, he kicked the door open, and tried adjusting the chairs and tables in order to get enough space on the floor.

"Sorry.," he kept on saying time he heard me let out a painful moan.

I sucked in breaths, trying to pretend the pain was already fading off, but the sound of his legs pushing against the chairs and tables wouldn't let me. The scratches were like prints that extended to my thighs, and closing my legs together also made the pain visible to me.

He placed me on the floor. "He floor will have to replace a good bed… Just for a while."

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