“I think it’s starting,” Alpha Edwin said as they jumped from the table.
“Just breathe through it, princess. I know it hurts, and I am so sorry,” My father said as he ran to my side. He wrapped his arms around me as tears streaked down my face.
“Help me,” I whispered in a pained voice.
“I can’t, baby. You have to do this alone. You're strong, you can get through this.” He pulled me from the chair and gently walked me over to the living room.
“Lay on your stomach,” Alpha Wesley said as he started to lay pillows down for me.
The boys looked at the scene in sheer horror and confusion, not knowing what was happening or how to help.
“Atlas, go to the kitchen, get a big bowl of lukewarm water and a lot of towels. Aramis, go upstairs into her room and get her some shorts. Arthur, go upstair
