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Night of The Ball Stella I woke three hours later and my son was watching TV, Drogo was nowhere in sight and I went to the bathroom to clean up. One of my eyes was swollen shut and my jaw was swollen with a busted lip, but my wolf would heal me completely in a few hours. I showered as I wanted his scent off me after looking at his mark on my neck in disgust, my wolf hadn't spoken to me in years since we lost our sons. I tried to end my life so many times, but they always saved me until Adio was born and I needed to be there for him, I dreamed of one day that I would get out of there and be free, free to give my son the life that my boys missed out on and make sure my daughter doesn't have to suffer what I am suffering. After my shower, I decided to change the bloody sheets and tidy the b