The storm raged on as Amelie tore through the night, her breath coming in ragged gasps while the relentless rain lashed against her skin.
Her clothes clung to her soaked body, and her lungs burned from the desperate escape.
Behind her, the pack's mansion had long faded into the distance, yet the echoes of howls and pounding footsteps of the wolves never ceased.
The warriors were hunting her down, unyielding in their pursuit, no matter how many streets she crossed or alleyways she ducked into.
She had believed Alex when he told her she was free to leave. Foolishly, she had thought she could finally escape the mate bond that had brought her nothing but suffering.
But she never anticipated that he would send his warriors after her—to kill her.
The mark he had once placed on her had vanished, yet the searing pain in her chest remained, a cruel reminder of the love she had wasted on a monster.
Pressing herself against the cold stone wall of a narrow alley, Amelie peered through the gap between two buildings, her heart pounding violently. Heavy footsteps drew closer, accompanied by a sneering voice.
"Come out, Amelie. There's no use running. We'll tear you apart, so why don't you make it easy on yourself? If you surrender now, maybe we'll make it quick."
She bit her lip hard, pressing a trembling hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
"She's pregnant. Do you really think killing a woman with a child is the right move?" Another voice spoke, softer yet laced with sharpness.
Amelie's stomach clenched, and her hands instinctively cradled her belly. How did they know? How had Alex discovered her secret?
"The orders are clear," the first warrior snapped. "Kill both Amelie and the unborn brat."
A cold wave of terror crashed over her.
Alex wanted her dead. He wanted their child dead.
Had he always been this cruel? Or had she simply failed to see the monster behind his charming facade?
She couldn't afford to be caught.
Glancing around frantically, she forced her legs to move, creeping forward before breaking into a desperate sprint.
"There she is!"
One of the warriors shifted into his massive wolf form, his glowing eyes locked onto her.
With all the strength she had left, she bolted forward, her breath hitching when she spotted a lone car parked under the glowing street lights ahead. It was her only hope—her last chance at survival, the only way to protect her unborn child.
Two men stood beside it—one holding an umbrella, the other just stepping out of the vehicle.
She didn't hesitate nor did she think about anything else.
Throwing herself at the man who had just placed his foot on the wet pavement, she gripped onto him as though he were her last lifeline.
"Help me," Amelie whispered, her face covered in water droplets from the rain.
The man looked at her with an arched brow, not interested in helping her.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would throw herself at a random man, begging him to take her in. But desperation had left her with no choice.
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