LOGINDorian POV“I’m pregnant!” she said fast, squeezing her eyes shut like the words themselves might bite her.Time stopped.The red haze blinked out just a fraction as the beast inside me froze, just as confused as I was.“What did you say?” I asked, needing to hear it again, needing to make sure I didn’t hallucinate out of pure rage.“I’m sorry,” she said, tears streaming down her face, tears that meant absolutely nothing to me. Vivienne apologizing was rarer than a blue moon and usually twice as suspicious. “But… I’m pregnant.”“You know that isn’t my child. We haven’t had—”“I know that,” she cut in before I even finished.“Then whose is it?!” I demanded, trying hard not to roar it even as my claws stayed buried in her arm.“You know who it is,” she said. “Who else have I been sleeping with if not—”“No.” I cut her off, releasing her suddenly and stepping back like her voice was poison. “You’re mistaken. That isn’t Ragnar’s.”“Do you think I am a slut?” she snapped, and I shot her a
Guys, there’s a mistake in chapter 89.First, it’s Dorian’s POV.Second, It’s supposed to be “I’m pregnant,” not “I’m sorry.”I’ll have it fixed by tomorrow.So for now, just know that Vivienne is pregnant.
Rhea POVA lie.It was all a fucking lie.My grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles screaming white, and I didn’t care how reckless my driving got until I tore through the gates of the pack estate.I ignored every greeting from the guards and the maids, pushing past them without stopping to breathe. I stormed straight into Vivienne’s chambers, shoving the door hard enough that the maids inside flinched. When they saw it was me, they bowed so low their hair almost touched the floor.I ignored them too, heading for Vivienne’s bedroom only to find more maids inside but no sign of her.“Where is she?” I asked, my voice almost a growl.“The… the garden…” the maid stuttered.I huffed once, frustrated enough to snap something in half, then turned and headed for the private garden behind the estate.I had only made it a few steps in when I saw her silhouette. That alone made my fists clench again, my breathing turning heavy, and instinctively I quickened my pace.“Vivienne,” I called
Rhea POVSeeing the scars only made my heart race harder because all I could think about was last night. Maybe it was partly his fault. I mean, I wouldn’t have been beaten this bad if this idiot in front of me had just decided to leave me alone.“It’s nothing,” I huffed, trying to turn my head away, but he caught my chin with his other hand and dragged me back to meet his expression, which was getting darker by the second.“Don’t lie to me,” he said, and the whole energy in the room clenched tight. I could literally see the red creeping into the grey of his eyes. “Tell me, who fucking did this!” he yelled, gripping me harder, and I flinched before I could stop it.“Was it Vivienne?” he said, and the second that name left his mouth I felt everything inside me drop. I tried not to let my face react, even though my whole body had started shaking. “Did Vivienne do this to you?” he asked, but I shook my head fast. Too fast.“Dammit,” he cursed loudly and let go of me instantly, pushing to
Rhea POV “How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere? Does your arm hurt?” Kale’s questions kept coming one after another, his grip on my arm tightening before he finally loosened it and pulled back. I tried to smile but it was the weak kind, the type that doesn’t even pretend to reach your eyes. He huffed and stepped back, dragging a hand through his hair like he was two seconds from losing it. Then his gaze shifted to Damian, who was now getting to his feet. “What are you doing here?” “I was the one who found her,” Damian replied simply. “Oh. Really? Thank you,” Kale said immediately, sounding genuinely grateful, which made Damian just nod. “I’ll be leaving now,” Damian added, glancing at me for half a second, but I dropped my head even more. “You do that,” Kale said. “And don’t tell Mom I’m here. I snuck out.” At that, Damian actually chuckled under his breath. “Sure thing, buddy.” He gently patted Kale on the back before turning and leaving. The second he was gone,
Rhea POVI gasped as my eyes snapped open. My lungs clawed for air and my heartbeat felt like it was trying to punch its way out of my ribs.“It’s okay, it’s okay,” a voice said, suddenly holding me while my chest rose and fell too fast.My gaze darted around, taking in the sterile white walls and bright lights before I realized I was at the pack hospital. But what really made my breath hitch was the person gently patting my back, grounding me with her warmth.“Mom?” I whispered. My voice cracked, tears already welling.“Shhhh…” She shushed me softly, like I was five again, and pulled me into her chest. Her hand stroked my hair and I melted into her, curling my fingers into her shirt. “Shh baby. You’re safe now. You’re at the pack hospital.”Instantly, the memories from last night rushed me all at once. The whip. The silver. The blood. The screaming. The dirt. Her voice. Her laugh. My legs collapsing. The road tilting. I sobbed harder, burying my face in Mom and trying to drown the me







