57. His cold comeback
The sound of the clock filled the air. Tick. Tick. Tick. The only noise beside Aura's soft breathing. She was cocooned in the warmth of her blanket, sleeping peacefully having no clue of the tempest dancing outside the door of the manor.
Madam Martha was pacing to and fro with a pallid face. Her fingers battled with each other and her mouth twisted and pressed in a line. Her heart hammered in her chest painfully as she can't help but imagine the consequences.
What if Damien abandons her??
What if he asks her to leave his house??
What if he calls the baby in her womb filth?
Her eyes watered and blinked irrationally. Her mind was occupied with so many things that when the slamming of the door hit her eardrums, she could not move. Alpha Damien was home. In his b
