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CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT: OVER MY DEAD BODY
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THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT: HE SHOWED UP
SANDRA'S POV.I stood where I was and waited for him.Elder Kael was walking toward me, slower than ever, although that's how he walks because of old age. His cane was tapping against the stone floor like it was deliberately testing my patience. I folded my arms, jaw clenched, already decided his fate before he even reached me.If he said one wrong thing, one that rubbed my temper the wrong way, I would have him dragged to the dungeon myself. Age or no age. He finally stopped a few steps away, bowing his head slightly."Great Alpha," he said carefully. "I wish to have a conversation with you."I didn't let him finish."I didn't have that kind of time," I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut through the corridor. "Move."His brows knit together in surprise but I was already walking past him. I didn't spare him another glance. I was done entertaining elders who thought my throne was open for discussion.Behind me, I heard him sigh, then shuffle away, mumbling to himself. I walked fast
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN: THE ECHO HE LEFT BEHIND.
SANDRA'S POV.I kept moaning and groaning as he didn't stop hitting so hard on me. I climaxed over and over again. He was not looking like his strength was failing him. I wanted to tap him and let him know he was driving me crazy. I held his ball so tight that he also moaned. I was taught well in this angle and knew how to handle a man down there. I squeezed his balls gently and he moaned harder while still on me. Just then, my wolf whimpered in my head. I was surprised because for a very long while I've not heard from my wolf. "This is wrong. Your mate is the only one meant to handle you this way. It's an abomination." I quickly shut her up and continued with my enjoyment.I was really having a good time after a long while. As soon as he came, he slept off and cuddled me.I woke to silence. Not the comfortable kind, not even the one that settles after satisfaction. This silence was sharp, like something precious had been stolen from me.The bed beneath me was very cold.I turned t
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF CHAPTER NINETY SIX: WHEN POWER MEETS ANGER
SANDRA’S POVThe silk sheets cling to my skin, warm and heavy, smelling faintly of sweat and expensive oils. My body is still humming from the closeness, from the way Eron’s hands had roamed with confidence that bordered on arrogance. I stare up at the ceiling for a long moment, watching the light dance across the carved beams, trying to slow my breathing.This bed is mine now.This palace is mine.Everything here bends to my will.And yet… something gnaws at me.Eron lies beside me, his back turned, one arm tucked beneath his head. He looks relaxed, too relaxed. As though this moment meant nothing more than a fleeting indulgence. I turn my head slightly to watch him, studying the lines of his shoulders, the faint scars along his back that speak of old battles and loyalties not easily broken.“We must get married,” I said, breaking the silence. I could have sworn I caught his eyelid twitch. He hums softly, neither agreeing nor denying it.I sit up, reaching for the silk robe draped ac
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF CHAPTER NINETY FIVE: YOU FAILED
SHARON’S POVThe night presses in around me like a living thing.The palace is quiet in the way only grief can make it. It was too quiet, too heavy, like even the walls are afraid to breathe. I stand by the tall arched window of our chambers, my reflection faint in the glass, candlelight trembling across my face. My hands rest on my stomach without thinking, fingers curling protectively as if the life inside me might hear my thoughts.Roland is dead.The words still feel unreal. I had imagined his death so many times. I had imagined it to be violent, deserved, cathartic, but not like this. Not slow. Not pathetic. Not lonely. He had been a monster, yes, but he had also been a man drowning in his own regrets. And somehow, against my will, I had seen that.I should feel relieved.Instead, I feel… hollow.I shouldn’t feel anything for him after he rejected me, so why do I feel so… sad. The door opens softly behind me. I don’t turn, because I know who it is.His presence fills the room be
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF CHAPTER NINETY FOUR: HIS HONOR FOR PLEASURE
SANDRA’S POVThe throne feels colder today.Not physically. No, the cushions are plush, the carvings polished to a mirror shine but cold in the way power settles when it is no longer new. When it stops thrilling and begins to itch. I sit with my spine straight, chin lifted, fingers resting lightly on the carved arms of the chair that now belongs to me, and watch the line of my people stretch across the great hall.They kneel one by one.Then they beg, then complain, then plead.And I listen.At first.The first petitioner is a farmer from the southern ridge, his hands rough, his clothes worn thin. He speaks of wolves encroaching on his land, of livestock lost, of children afraid to sleep.I tilt my head. “You want protection?”“Yes, Alpha,” he says quickly. “Just a patrol, perhaps—”“Burn the forest,” I reply.The words echo, sharp and final.The man blinks. “M-my lady?”“If the wolves are hiding there, remove the hiding place,” I say coolly. “Burn it to the ground.”“But that land fee
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF CHAPTER NINETY THREE: POWER
SANDRA’S POVPower is louder than I imagined.It hums through the halls, through the walls, through my bones. Every step I take echoes with it now. Every breath carries authority. Every pair of eyes lowers when I pass. Even the stones beneath my feet seem to remember who owns them.Me.I stand in the center of the grand receiving hall, arms crossed, staring at the gaudy tapestries that once bore the Jordan crest. Wolves, moons, and history woven together in dull browns and faded golds.“Ugly,” I mutter.With a sharp gesture, I turn to the line of servants standing stiffly against the wall. “All of this comes down. I want the colors changed to deep crimson and obsidian. Something that commands. And replace the chandeliers. They’re outdated.”One of the servants hesitates. Just a fraction of a second.I caught it.“Did you not hear me?” I ask coolly.“Y-yes, Alpha,” she stammers.“Good. Then move.”They scatter like frightened birds, and I allow myself a small smile.The palace is chang
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