Paige's POV
"Noah paid the hospital bills," Ares growled, his Beta scent spiking with anger, his hazel eyes flashing with barely contained rage. "That bastard will really do everything to get what he wants."
I languidly lifted my face, the scent of antiseptic and grief heavy in the sterile hospital air. "Tell him the pup died."
He froze as he stared into my eyes, his own flashing with shock. It's the truth, anyway. One of the twins died. He was born dead and it's so f*****g painful that I want to die too. Losing a pup feels like losing my heart. I felt like a living dead.
My wolf, Tiana, whimpered. "We lost our little one, "she mourned. I could feel her curled up tightly.
"Paige..."
I looked at the crib beside my hospital bed. We're just waiting for the discharge paper
