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Chapter 184: Blood Does Not Lie
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2026-03-10 14:09:56
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THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 196: The Waiting Room
SHARON’S POV Months slipped by so quietly I almost didn’t notice the change until I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror one morning and realized I could no longer see my feet. The belly that once felt like a secret had become impossible to ignore—round, heavy, alive with kicks that sometimes stole my breath. I stood there in the soft morning light of our bedroom, hands cradling the swell, feeling the pups shift and roll as though answering my touch. Morris came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my middle, and rested his chin on my shoulder. His palms covered mine, warm and steady.“Look at us,” he murmured against my ear. “We made that.”I leaned back into him, smiling at our reflection. “We made a lot of things.”He kissed the side of my neck, slow and lingering. “And we’re about to make one more.”The due date was three days away. Three. The number felt both impossibly close and impossibly far. The nursery was finished—soft gray walls, a crib with crisp white sheets,
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 195: Morning Light
SHARON’S POVI woke up to sunlight spilling across the bed and the smell of coffee drifting under the door. My body felt heavy in the best way: sore muscles, warm skin, the faint ache between my thighs that reminded me how many times Maurice had taken me last night. I stretched slowly, arms reaching above my head, back arching until my belly lifted off the mattress. The baby kicked once, sharp and demanding, as if telling me to get up already.I smiled, rolled onto my side, and reached for Maurice. His spot was empty but still warm. The pillow smelled like him: cedar, sweat, and that faint trace of mint toothpaste he always used before bed. I pressed my face into it for a second, breathing him in, then pushed the covers back and swung my legs over the edge.The robe I’d worn last night lay crumpled on the floor. I picked it up, slipped it on, tied the belt loosely around my waist, and padded barefoot down the hallway. The house felt different this morning. Not because anything had cha
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 194: The First Night in the Old House
MORRIS’S POVI woke up to moonlight cutting sharp lines across the bedroom floor and the empty space beside me. The sheets on Sharon’s side were still warm, but the pillow had gone cold. I sat up fast, heart kicking hard against my ribs even though I knew the house was secure, the guards posted, the children asleep down the hall. Old habits die slow.I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, pulled on the jeans I’d dropped earlier, and left the room barefoot. The hallway was dark except for the faint glow of night-lights coming from the kids’ rooms. I checked Daenerys first, curled on her side, one arm flung over the stuffed dragon Morris had bought her last winter. Daemon slept sprawled on his back, mouth open, blanket kicked to the foot of the bed. Both breathing steady. Both safe.I kept moving down the corridor, past the closed doors of unused guest rooms, until I reached the wide window at the end that looked out over the central courtyard. Moonlight pooled there, silver and
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 193: The Crown I Never Wanted
SHARON’S POV The drive to Jordan Pack felt longer than it should have, even though the distance hadn’t changed. I sat in the passenger seat of the black SUV, hands folded over my belly, watching the familiar landscape roll past—pine thickets giving way to open meadows, then the first stone markers that signaled we were crossing the old border. Morris drove, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh. He kept the radio off. The children were in the back with Kelly, Daenerys humming softly while Daemon pressed his face to the window and counted every red barn we passed. They didn’t understand what today meant. I wasn’t sure I did either.When the compound gates came into view, my stomach twisted hard. The ironwork looked the same, tall, spiked, imposing, but the guards at the entrance stood straighter, eyes fixed on our vehicle. No one spoke as Kelly slowed and rolled down the window. Harlan waited just inside, flanked by Tomas and two others I recognized from the cemetery.
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 192: No Holding Back
SHARON’S POV I rolled my hips again, slow at first, feeling every thick inch of Morris stretch me open until my thighs trembled against his sides. The lamp on his nightstand painted his chest in soft gold, highlighting the sweat already beading along his collarbones. His hands gripped my waist, not guiding, just holding on like he needed the anchor while I rode him at my own pace. I braced my palms flat on his pecs, nails digging in just enough to make him hiss through his teeth.“Fuck, Sharon,” he groaned, head tipping back against the pillow. “You’re killing me.”I smiled down at him, sharp and a little mean, the way I knew he secretly loved. “Good, I want you dead on this pussy.”Pregnancy had done strange things to my body. My breasts felt heavier, nipples constantly sensitive, hips wider, but the strength surprised even me. My core muscles clamped down hard around him every time I lifted and sank, and I watched his eyes widen each time I did it, like he couldn’t quite believe I
THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF Chapter 191: Finally Ours
SHARON’S POVI stood under the shower spray long after the hot water started to cool, letting it rinse away the last traces of cemetery dust and the salt from all those tears. The house had gone quiet. The children were deep asleep, their small chests rising and falling in perfect rhythm down the hall. Morris had checked on them twice already, tucking blankets higher, kissing foreheads, whispering goodnight even though they couldn’t hear him. I loved the way he did that, quiet, careful, like every second with them was something precious he refused to waste.When I finally turned the faucet off and stepped out, steam curled around my ankles. I wrapped myself in the thick towel he always left hanging on the hook for me, then padded into the bedroom. Morris was already there, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, sitting on the edge of the mattress with his elbows on his knees. The lamp on his nightstand cast warm gold across his shoulders, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every faint scar t
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