Chapter
Chapters
Chapter 1 hours
Chapter 2 K-Clubhouse
Chapter 3 A new identity
Chapter 4 I found her
Chapter 5 A fucking bounty
Chapter 6 Pack meeting
Chapter 7 Hello??!
Chapter 8 I cannot lose you
Chapter 9 The full moon
Chapter 10 Bonding
Chapter 11 Who the hell did this?
Chapter 12 Feeling very stupid
Chapter 13 Bad news
Chapter 14 Dinner
Chapter 15 Sensitive questions
Chapter 16 Find Celine
Chapter 17 An Alpha I barely know
Chapter 18 Disturbed
Chapter 19 Khan, my wolf
Chapter 20 A familiar name
Chapter 21 Memories
Chapter 22 Scared
Chapter 23 Tell everything
Chapter 24 Is it over?
Chapter 25 I, Kilhan...
Chapter 26 You need help
Chapter 27 My Kilhan
Chapter 28 Brooklyn
Chapter 29 In the lobby
Chapter 30 Not tonight
Chapter 31 Revenge Plan
Chapter 32 My Way
Chapter 33 She rejected me
Chapter 34 Celine
Chapter 35 Alpha Joven
Chapter 36 I'll Kill Him
Chapter 37 All a lie
Chapter 38 Where is my son?
Chapter 39 You called his name
Chapter 40 That isn't a good sign
Chapter 41 Come back home
Chapter 42 I love him
Chapter 43 I'm sorry
Chapter 44 Cell room
Chapter 45 I'm leaving
Chapter 46 A plan
Chapter 47 Kilhan!!!!!
Chapter 48 Strike a deal
Chapter 49 The blood moon
Chapter 50 In a coma
Chapter 51 I'm coming for you
Chapter 52 More Plans
Chapter 53 You're good
Chapter 54 I missed you
Chapter 55 Charles?
Chapter 56 Deal
Chapter 57 He has to pay
Chapter 58 I want you now
Chapter 59 A free woman
Chapter 60 She's awake
Chapter 61 The meal
Chapter 62 A mistake
Chapter 63 Gain her trust
Chapter 64 Apologetic speech
Chapter 65 The market
Chapter 66 A friend indeed
Chapter 67 Call my name
Chapter 68 My sister
Chapter 69 A serious man
Chapter 70 A dream
Chapter 71 Help
Chapter 72 Surprise
Chapter 73 A blue van
Chapter 74 Now choose
Chapter 75 Something very bad
Chapter 76 THE END
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Chapter 37 All a lie
~Celine~
Walking into the kitchen, I met Martina preparing breakfast, and when she saw me, her countenance dropped.
“Celine, I’ve always told you not to come in here when I’m cooking. It’s dangerous.” She muttered, removing the pot mitt from her hands.
“C’mon, Martina. I’m pregnant, not sick.” I ans...