Axel...
I regretted the words I said as soon as I saw Felicidad’s hurt face. She was very pale and weak, and she was shaken by the intensity of my hurtful words. I didn’t know how to take back my words. Like a coward, I walked away from her. I heard her weep, so full of sorrow that it made my heart clench with pain.
I stood outside for a while until I heard Miller's shout. I opened the door again and I saw his face was white as a ghost; he was terrified, and I felt the same when I saw our mate unconscious again and saw blood. Damn! I did this to her, to our child.
We waited outside as the doctor and nurses checked on her. Miller aged; his long, dark hair, which was usually tied neatly, was now a mess. We were both standing outside the door. He ignored me, and I did the same. We were ene
