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Chapter 173: The Road That Leads Nowhere
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THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 173: The Road That Leads Nowhere
SANDRA’S POVThe wagon reeked of moldering hay, axle grease, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood someone had tried and failed to scrub away. Underneath it all was me: three days of unwashed skin, fear-sweat turned sour, and the faint coppery bite of split lips that never quite stopped bleeding. Every rut in the road drove the iron cuffs deeper into my wrists. The metal had warmed to body temperature by now, but it still felt like a living thing, greedy, patient, chewing.They hadn’t bothered blindfolding me. No hood, no sack over the head. That was deliberate. The High Alpha wanted me to memorize every mile of this exile: every twisted pine, every smear of mud, every fading glimpse of the jagged skyline that used to mean home. Jordan Pack receded like a wound slowly scabbing over. I could still taste the throne on the back of my tongue, iron and salt and the ghost of power I’d almost swallowed whole.Three days. Three nights chained to the bench like cargo. The guards barely spo
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 172: The Last Shadow
SHARON’S POVJordan Pack council chamber smelled exactly the way I remembered: cedar oil, old parchment, beeswax candles, and the faint metallic bite of wolf anger held barely in check. I stepped through the tall double doors with Morris at my side, his hand rested low on my back, it was not possessive, it was just there, steady. The same hand that had held me together when I screamed for dead children who weren’t dead. The same hand that would steady me now.The long table stretched down the center of the room. Twenty-three elders were already seated. Their faces I hadn’t seen in years, some looked older, while some looked exactly the same. All of them watched me walk the length of the aisle like I was a ghost wearing someone else’s skin.Sandra sat at the far end in chains. She had iron cuffs on wrists and ankles. Her black gown was replaced with plain gray prisoner linen. Her hair was loose and tangled. And her eyes were red-rimmed but burning. When she saw me she jerked against th
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 171: The Fall of the False Queen
SANDRA’S POV The moment Sharon dropped the hood I felt the air leave the hall. My face went from smug to blank in half a heartbeat. My lips parted, but no sound came out. My eyes locked on Sharon’s, her wide, glassy eyes stared back at me. My pupils were blown black with disbelief.She took one step forward in one pace like a ghost. “Hello, sister.”The word cut through the sudden silence like a thrown knife.I jerked as if I’d been by Sharon. One hand flew to my throat, as my fingers clawed at the silver torque. My chest heaved once, twice. This was a dream. This has to be a dream, it certainly has to be. Please this can’t be happening here. “No,” I whispered.She took another step forward like the ghost of her that traumatised me every single night. I stumbled back into the nearest table as a goblet tipped and dark wine spilled across the white cloth like blood.“No,” I said again, louder this time. “You can’t do this here, please. Don’t do this. Let me go, I didn’t kill you. I
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 170: The Summit of Ashes
SHARON’S POV I woke Darius with a bucket of ice water.He came up choking, lungs seizing, body jerking hard against the ropes that cinched his wrists to the iron chair legs. Water streamed down his face, soaked his shirt, and dripped onto the bare concrete. The single bulb overhead swung lazily, throwing his shadow long and jagged across the wall. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, then froze when he finally focused on me. Morris stood three paces away, arms folded, face carved from stone. Kelly leaned against the far wall, chain coiled loosely in one fist, expression calm in that way that always made people sweat.Darius tested the ropes once. Found them solid. Then he laughed—a short, cracked sound that died fast.“So it’s real,” he rasped. “You’re real.”“Very.” I stepped closer. “And still breathing.”He coughed water from his lungs. “Thought the ghosts finally finished me off.”“They almost did.” I crouched so our eyes met level. “But you’re here. Talking. That mea
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 169: The Ghost Who Laughed
SHARON’S POV Moonlight turned the quarry road silver and sharp. Gravel crunched under my shoes even though I tried to step soft. The night smelled of pine resin and wet stone, somewhere far off an owl called once, low and lonely. My heart slammed so hard I tasted metal in the back of my throat.Morris’s voice still echoed in my head from an hour ago, rough and pleading in the dark of our bedroom.“Don’t do this, Sharon. Please. I can’t watch you walk into that clearing alone.”I had pressed my forehead to his chest, felt his heartbeat race under my palm.“Nothing’s going to happen. I’ll be back before you finish the second cup of coffee.”He hadn’t laughed. Just held me tighter until my ribs ached.Now I am here.Alone.The plan felt clever when we mapped it out on the kitchen table. Darius was cracking, he was tormented with seeing me everywhere. If the real me appeared, alive, whole, speaking, he would either collapse or spill everything. Either way we will win. Either way Sandra’s
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 168: The Summit Gambit
MORRIS’ POV The study smelled of cedar smoke and the sharp herbal tea Sharon kept brewing for Thorne. I stood at the tall window, watching the last of the daylight bleed out of the sky while Elias Crowe sat rigid in the armchair opposite the desk. He looked thinner than the last time he came begging for his family’s lives. His eyes were sunken, and his hands restless on his knees.He spoke the moment Kelly closed the door behind him.“Sandra sent me in,” Elias said without preamble. “She told me to slip past the outer patrols, get eyes on the main house, the children’s wing, anywhere I might catch a glimpse of your wife or the kids. She wants proof they’re really gone. She said the silence from this side feels wrong and too quiet. She said there have been no grief fires and no retaliation ever since you lost your wife and kids. She’s starting to think Darius lied about the whole thing.”I turned slowly. “And what did you see?”“Nothing.” Elias spread his palms. “Because there’s nothi
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