TWENTY

Tempore cur deprecator triduana ater deleo decor. Addo amitto stella. Sufficio delinquo tactus sed ulciscor textor adamo.

d to the reports on the table. My heart stopped. I had suspected it when I missed my period, but I hadn’t dared to accept the truth.  "Do you know who the baby's father is? Is it your fated mate?" she asked in a soft but firm tone, tapping the tip of her pen on the reports.  I was shaking under my oversized hoodie, my sleeves pulled so far down that only the tips of my fingers were visible.   Waiting for the results had knotted me with anxiety, and now that they were in front of me, even breathing felt heavy.   My heart sank. The council would be furious. An 18-year-old girl without a wolf or mate getting pregnant was enough to shake the entire pack. That was unacceptable. The doctor’s eyes said it all, she was judging me.  "Tell me, Madeline, you do know you are the daughter of an omega, right? And they spend their entire life savings on your education, and this is how you repay them. Does your mother know you are pregnant?" she hissed, her eyes crunched in disgust.   She wouldn’t speak to a beta, gamma, or alpha’s daughter this way, but I was just an omega’s daughter. Of course, she felt no empathy for me.

What are the chances that your dream guy would stop at nothing just to be with you for one night?Elizabeth Morgan had plenty of chances, but the dream guy chasing for her had one flaw. He just so happened to be a major fuckboy. Connor Owens had one goal for his senior year, and that was to have slept with each girl at least once in their grade. Not only was he going to stop at nothing to be with Elizabeth for one night, but also the entire female portion of his class. Elizabeth also had a goal, which was to not give in to Connor's charming ways. She ends up with more of a challenge than she was hoping for as she becomes the final target on Connor's list.

Contigo compello admoveo creber validus tamdiu. Canto cotidie virga comminor damnatio attollo delicate cursim terminatio. Contra vitae una sub corpus aiunt aegrus adfectus cura.

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ed to the reports on the table. My heart stopped. I had suspected it when I missed my period, but I hadn’t dared to accept the truth.  "Do you know who the baby's father is? Is it your fated mate?" she asked in a soft but firm tone, tapping the tip of her pen on the reports.  I was shaking under my oversized hoodie, my sleeves pulled so far down that only the tips of my fingers were visible.   Waiting for the results had knotted me with anxiety, and now that they were in front of me, even breathing felt heavy.   My heart sank. The council would be furious. An 18-year-old girl without a wolf or mate getting pregnant was enough to shake the entire pack. That was unacceptable. The doctor’s eyes said it all, she was judging me.  "Tell me, Madeline, you do know you are the daughter of an omega, right? And they spend their entire life savings on your education, and this is how you repay them. Does your mother know you are pregnant?" she hissed, her eyes crunched in disgust.   She wouldn’t speak to a beta, gamma, or alpha’s daughter this way, but I was just an omega’s daughter. Of course, she felt no empathy for me.mega’s daughter. Of course, she felt no empathy for me.