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Obsession: the Lycan king's Human Mate

"Wha—" "You're pregnant!" She squealed, "Ah, young love. Don't worry. I will be with you every step of the way-" Adeline tuned her out and was focusing on the pamphlets that were kept on the other side of the room. Those that had the options of pregnancies. She wanted those, she wanted to know what other options did she have. "Can I have those?" she pointed to the papers and the doctor looked at them frowning. The doctor glanced at them and disapproval crossed her face. "Why? You don't need them." She was a wolf. Adeline realised. Shit. "Um," Adeline got up from the bed but the doctor stood in the way. "I need to . . go . . " The doctor gave her a tight-lipped smile. "Honey, you are in no state to leave but don't worry I will let your mate know and he will come here to pick you up." Shit. Shit. Shit. If he knew then her chances were slim. "No need for that!" They both turned to the door and Noah stood there, her protector as he claimed. "I am here to pick her up." He grinned and his eyes narrowed, compelling the woman. "Let's go." He turned to Adeline who ran along as the woman stood frozen. They walked out of the room and she palmed her belly. There was a life inside and now she had to choose. The child or her? But that is not all. Throw in human sacrifices, vampires, siren, voodoo aunts and of course, every supernatural myth coming true. Who was really going to protect her? ***** *Slow-burn*

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The Grieving Luna

There were different types of losses experienced by many people daily. Financial loss property loss of a loved one bit something that surpassed them all was a mother losing her child. A mother losing her child all over again when she had not even stopped grieving for the first one she lost him all over again. 

It was in loss not many would understand. It was a loss that she wished no one would experience. No matter how much she had tried to grave along with therapies it had been tough and now when she saw him like that in front of her it was going to be much more difficult than before. 

She wanted to hold her child in her arms but she didn't understand how to or which part to hold. The head was separated from his body and the eyes . . . they looked so dead. Tortured and . . . She closed her eyes at the horror sir child must have been through before finally letting go of The pale. The horrors that she, the incapable Mother, could not protect him from.