Dorothea Caddel, is born into a wealthy family that can easily give her a plane or a planet to her wishes but what if something deep is hidden in the mask of a perfect family, a devil that she fears but soon learns to accept as love. That story chan...
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Billy sat in his wheelchair in the kitchen, surrounded by the pack, including Emily and Sam. The air was thick with anxiety as they waited for any news of Dorothea. She was in another room with Carlisle, but her absence had cast a heavy silence over everyone.
Despite the fact that Dorothea was a vampire, she was the one who could always bring a smile to the wolves. Her infectious laughter and childlike giggles had a way of lightening their moods, but now, with her absent from the group and the house eerily quiet, the pack's spirits were low. Her silence was unsettling, and they couldn't help but worry.
The sound of Emmet's jeep rolling up to the house broke the tense stillness, Bella and Edward jumping out in a rush. As they made their way toward the porch, a loud, gut-wrenching scream of pain echoed from within the house—Dorothea's cry.
Bella flinched at the sound, the raw agony piercing her heart as she instinctively felt a pang of her own pain. Both Emmet and Edward froze, their faces going pale as they listened to their sister's suffering. It was a sound that shook them all to the core.
Paul clenched his jaw, his own breath heavy with the urge to keep himself together. He whispered under his breath, desperately convincing himself that his childhood friend would be alright. Emily, sensing the depth of his worry, gently wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Quil, who had been standing off to the side, turned to Edward, noticing Emmet was quietly, softly banging on the door, desperate to be allowed in where Carlisle and Dorothea were.
"It's been going on for a while," Embry muttered, his voice low but strained. "Doc's rebreaking her bones," Quil added, trying to offer some explanation, though the horror was evident in his eyes.
Bella couldn't fathom the level of pain Dorothea must be enduring. It was unimaginable. Her heart sank at the thought of it. Leah, pacing beside them, couldn't hold back her frustration and bitterness. "Why did she have to butt in?" she snapped. "Jacob could've handled that—she's the weakest vampire I've ever met, and she knew it, but she—she—"
Before she could finish her sentence, they all turned toward the front door as it opened, Carlisle stepping out, his face drawn with weariness, Sam beside him. "The worst is over," Carlisle said, his voice steady but tinged with exhaustion. "She'll be alright. Thank you for looking after her before."
Paul let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging as the tension finally began to ease. His eyes welled up with unshed tears, but he swallowed them down. Sam placed a reassuring hand on Billy's shoulder, offering comfort without words. Emily wrapped her arm around Sam's waist, her own gaze fixed on the door, waiting for more information.
Ember glanced around the room, his eyes searching before he spoke up, his voice hesitant. "Where's your son? Shouldn't he be here, worried about his mate?"
