#CHAPTER 197 The Final Fight
Third Person POV
Maeve had completely passed out; her heart rate had decreased significantly, and her breathing was shallow. She was too weak to have given birth to an Enigma without consequences to her own health. Eric knew this and couldn’t believe what was happening.
The woman tried hard to clean her up and keep her conscious but to no prevail. Her eyes were sad as she roamed over Maeve’s tired form, her head shaking sadly as she worked hard.
“Please, tell me she’s going to be okay,” Eric pleaded, his eyes never leaving Maeve’s paling face.
“It’s hard to tell,” she said softly. “She’s very strong. Most would be dead by now, but she’s holding on. It would be a lot easier if she were marked.”
Eric’s wolf pushed him forward, wanting to claim her as their own. Despite Maeve not being their true mate, his wolf still accepted her and wanted her. She was in the same boat as them; an unwanted child and raised in the shadows. Her fiery red hair, which she was forced to conceal

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