Chapter 36
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"If you can't handle this yourself, we'll take care of it."
They had obtained the test results even before I did.
Despite all my precautions—avoiding Thornfield networks, choosing an obscure clinic miles away.
I couldn't risk it anymore.
Terrified Aria would have another "accident" on the stairs, or simply vanish one day.
I sat there for what felt like hours.
Then I told myself—
Give up.
Fighting this any longer would be selfish.
If not for me, Aria wouldn't keep getting hurt.
She could succeed in her art.
Have a normal home, healthy children.
I just wanted to spend my life with the girl I loved. Why was that so fucking impossible?
Breaking that contract with the Italians wasn't easy.
The Italian werewolves gave me one month to reconsider.
The deadline—the same day as Aria's procedure.
By their rules: three cuts, six holes.
I did it to myself.
They finally understood I wasn't bluffing.
That old Italian Alpha asked, genuinely curious, why I would do this.
I lay on the marble floor, blood pooling beneath me.
Clutching a crumpled piece of paper—
The ultrasound of mine and Aria's two-month-old baby.
Probably the only child we would ever have—human and werewolf, a miracle in itself.
Why go this far...
Of course I wanted a life with my silly bunny.
But I couldn't bear her living in constant fear.
