Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

(Creed)

My mate lied to me. She was not ready to go back. She sent me home. Alone. And now, even when I fall asleep and dream, I knew I would not find her there anymore. I held her hands, sharing with her my warmth.

“Why did you lie? I would have spent eternity with you there. You know it, Elianna.”

I would rather stay in that dream where I could see her, listen to her voice, hold her, and take her in my arms than go back to reality where all those were not possible. Today, I understood why humans said dreams were better than reality.

She was warm in that dream. Her heartbeat was stronger, louder She spoke to me there. She smiled back. She kissed me back. She… was healthy there.

The angry bite mark in Elianna’s arm had turned purple. She was pale and she looked worn out. Then again, why wouldn’t she? She carried so much on those little shoulders. Remembering how she was dragged around by that son of a bitch and how she wept during delivery made me clench my jaw. The mental, emotional, and physical agony were all too much for a woman to handle, especially for a woman who had just given birth.

As my wolf howled for our mate, I heard it for the second time.

His cry.

The reason why my mate still smiled and laughed so beautifully even if her heart was breaking, the reason for her sweet lullabies.

And probably the biggest reason why Elianna sent me back.

Our son.

Eloise handed him to me, making me meet Zane for the first time. He looked so little in my arms, so vulnerable. He was my carbon copy except for his chocolate brown eyes that I was glad he inherited from his mother. It was like being able to look at her again through those eyes.

“Hello, son.”

I’d imagined our first encounter many times. And in all those, Elianna was with us. She was so excited about meeting Zane. Her eyes would shine so brightly at the thought of him. She had lost a night of sleep thinking about baby names. She had this incredibly long list of what the three of us would do together

And yet, she was asleep.

My son cried louder than before. My eyes watered as I cradled him in my arms. “Go ahead, son. Cry some more. Cry your loudest. And maybe it’ll help wake your mother.”

His little hand grabbed my finger. He had stopped crying as he stared at me innocently as if he did not want to disturb his mother’s sleep. He was a good person. Unlike his father.

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