Chapter 22

• ***Tamara****
• I stood by my parents kitchen counter deep in perennial thoughts that discombobulated my entire conscious. My right hand reflexively rubbed my lower abdomen gently, as my mind pushed dirty imaginations forward.
• The former alpha's words continued to be evocatively present in my mind in replication. It was a never ending cycle of thoughts, with images of my stomach sliced up forming every time Addanc's name rang.