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HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION 163: More Danger
163Ivy’s POVWaking up felt like being dragged out of a deep, dark lake. My limbs were impossibly heavy, like they were weighed down with stone, and every breath hurt. My throat burned. My stomach ached, but not too much. My head throbbed, but nothing was more disorienting than the fog blanketing my mind.And then I saw Brandon.He was sitting at the edge of the bed, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, fingers loosely wrapped around mine like he was afraid to let go. His eyes were rimmed with exhaustion, dark and red, but when he saw my eyes flutter open, everything shifted.“You’re awake,” he breathed, leaning in closer, like he didn’t trust his own eyes. “Thank the goddess, you’re awake.”I blinked slowly, my lips dry and cracked. I tried to sit up, but my entire body protested. Pain bloomed in my abdomen, and a groan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.“Easy,” Brandon said immediately, sliding an arm behind my back to help me adjust into the pillows. “Don’t p
HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION 162: What will jolt her memory
Brandon's POVI always knew Amari was dangerous.From the very beginning, she wore her sweetness like armor, a thin veil of charm stretched over a core that was all evil and venom. The kind of woman who always smiled just a little too gently, who tilted her head when asked a direct question, who spoke with soft words but carried a blade behind her back.The kind of woman who thrived on pretending to be harmless, all while orchestrating cruelty from the shadows.But even with everything I knew, every suspicion I’d ever had, I still didn’t think she was capable of this.Her own daughter.Bella was lying on the floor when I found her.Sprawled out on a thin mattress in the corner of the room. The child’s skin was so pale it nearly matched the linens under her. Sweat beading at her temples, her lips cracked and gray. Every breath came in a shallow, wheezing gasp, and her fingers twitched like her body was fighting something it couldn’t beat.I knew that look now. I’d seen it once alread
HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION 161
Brandon's POV When I returned to the palace, I expected to find Ivy resting, maybe dealing with the usual waves of nausea she’d been experiencing since the pregnancy started. Those gentle, annoying spells that had become part of our routine. Morning sickness, appetite swings. The occasional queasiness when something smelled too strong. But what I walked into was something else entirely.I found her in our room, curled up on the bed, shaking violently. She was pale, drenched in sweat, her skin clammy. Her hands were clenched over her stomach like she was trying to hold herself together. Her sobs were ragged, broken, more pain than sound.“Ivy—hey, hey, look at me—what’s wrong? Talk to me, baby,” I dropped to my knees beside the bed, reaching for her, trying to soothe, to hold, to understand.“It hurts, Brandon—” she gasped, her voice hoarse. “My stomach—it’s—”Then I saw the blood.It stained the white sheets beneath her, thick and bright and wrong. It ran down her legs, soaked thro
HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION 160
Ivy's POV The first trimester was flying by faster than I expected, but that didn’t make it any easier. The nausea was unrelenting, sweeping in at the most inconvenient hours and dragging me from sleep straight to the bathroom. Morning sickness didn’t stick to mornings. It came in waves, unpredictable and exhausting. And yet, somewhere in the middle of the discomfort and dizziness, there was this quiet, pulsing joy. I was carrying a life. Brandon’s and mine. That thought alone kept me anchored when nothing else did.Brandon had stepped up in ways I hadn’t imagined. He was constantly hovering, gentle, relentless, completely devoted. I wasn’t allowed to lift a single thing. He made sure I ate, even when my appetite vanished, fed me in bed, rubbed my back when I curled up from slight cramps, and turned into something of a personal butler who refused to complain. And then there was the little witch always nearby, somehow knowing the exact moment I needed a cold cloth or lemon water or
HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION 159: Liam and Zelia
Brandon's POVThis morning, I didn't let Ivy get a chance to lift a single finger.I was up before the sun, already halfway through making her breakfast by the time she stirred. Scrambled eggs, soft, just the way she liked them, thick slices of toasted bread slathered in butter, and that strange ginger tea she’d developed a sudden obsession with.I brought it all to her in bed, balancing the tray carefully as I leaned over to kiss her forehead.She tried to bat me away with a groggy glare. “I’m not an invalid, Brandon.”She said it with a pout, but I didn’t care. Watching her eat something I made, knowing it was for her and the baby, did something to me. It was more than pride. It was purpose.After breakfast, I insisted on helping her into the bath. She groaned and rolled her eyes, said she was fully capable of doing it herself, and maybe she was. But I wasn’t interested in capability. I was interested in caution. In care. I wasn’t going to risk her, or the life inside her, over stub
HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION 158: Congratulations, King and Queen
Ivy's POVTwo days had passed, and when I woke that morning, it felt like my entire head had been stuffed with cotton. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed right between my eyebrows, and my stomach churned in slow, miserable waves.I stayed still, hoping it would pass, blaming the wine from last night or the choppy boat ride we’d taken around the islands.But the nausea didn’t fade. It crept up hotter, stronger, curling in my gut like a warning.I clenched my jaw and breathed slow, shallow breaths, willing the sensation to settle. Brandon’s voice drifted from the kitchen, soft and casual, humming some off-key melody as he moved around the suite.The warm scent of butter, eggs, and something sweet drifted toward me, and that was all it took.The nausea slammed back like a wave and I barely made it to the bathroom in time.The sound of me retching bounced off the bathroom tiles, loud and harsh. A few seconds later, I heard Brandon’s footsteps rushing down the hall.“Ivy?” he called, knocking o
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