Almas pov
“Hurry! f*****g hurry the hell up, Clarissa!” I hissed at her when she ran as fast as possible with the two baby carriers. I was left lying in my own blood with Genevie working around me the fast as she could, cleaning me up. I laid down again and started to cry; the aches in my body were nothing compared to the pain in my chest from seeing my pups, knowing I had to give them up, sending them away so that my awful father didn’t kill them the spot.
He wasn’t back yet. Luckily, he had been on tour in Europe when he realized that I wasn’t going to escape, and to a man that had all the time in the world, six months was nothing, a blink of an eye.
“It will be alright, milady. You did well. You did. Now you need to get clean up and rest.” I didn’t look at Genevieve, she was miserabl
