Semua Bab THE BIKER ALPHA IS OBSESSED WITH HIS SON'S MATE: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Adnar's POVFive days until the blood moon and I could feel it getting closer with every hour that passed. My wolf was getting more aggressive, pushing at the edges of my control constantly.I stood at the window of Natasha's hospital room watching her sleep. The medication Marcus had given her was keeping her calm but I hated seeing her like this, so weak.My phone buzzed with a text from Sarah. "Iris spotted two miles from your property with three unknown males."I stepped into the hallway and called her immediately."Where exactly?" I asked when she answered."Old service road behind your property line and they're in a black SUV with tinted windows." Sarah's voice was low like she was trying to stay quiet. "I can't get close enough to hear what they're saying but they keep looking toward your house.""Are any of the men Aston?""I can't tell from this distance but one of them matches his general build and height." Sarah paused. "They've been here for twenty minutes just watching an

Natasha's POVThree days until the blood moon and I could feel Adnar's tension growing with each hour that passed. He sat in the chair beside my hospital bed pretending to read reports but I could see his hands shaking slightly and his jaw was clenched tight."You should rest," I said."I'm fine." He didn't look up from the tablet. "You're the one who needs rest."I wanted to argue but Marcus had said the same thing during his morning rounds. The baby's vitals were improving slowly but I was still weak from blood loss and the poisoning. Every time I tried to sit up for more than a few minutes I got dizzy.The door opened and Sarah came in carrying a laptop bag. She looked tired but determined."I have something you need to see," she said without greeting.Adnar stood immediately. "What did you find?""Everything." Sarah pulled out her laptop and set it on the rolling table beside my bed. "Liam Morrison has been stealing from his own company for eighteen months."She opened files showi

Natasha's POVI saw Adnar begin to transform and I was more freaked out than ever. His back caught strangely, his face was stretched, his teeth became razor-sharp. The man I adored was getting into fur and claws. His eyes were not human any more, they were wild and golden. Those predator eyes perceived me as an animal in the room. "Adnar." I attempted to remain composed with the fear in my stomach. "Hang on." He grumbled something like a growl and groan of pain. His hands became claws and he held to the doorframe so hard that the wood broke. He was fighting the change to the last drop of his blood but he was wearing out. Iris was half the room away with her gun pointed at my chest and she was smirking like she had already won. "This is perfect," she bragged. And I will not even need to draw the trigger. He’ll do it for me." "You're wrong." I continued to stare at Adnar despite the fact that I was itching to look away at what he was becoming. "He won't hurt me." He will not b

Natasha's POV Another contraction struck and I screamed and caught hold of the bed rails so that my knuckles were white. It was more painful than I had ever been before, more painful than being shot, more painful than falling off that cliff. My body was disintegrating itself to give a life to the world. Adnar leaned nearer to the bed, his huge wolf body shaking with pain. The connection I had with him made me experience his confusion and fear; he understood that I was suffering but did not understand why and how to assist. She must be assisted, someone must assist her, Marcus said where he was standing by the door. The baby is coming whether we are prepared or not. The pack doctor ventured to move forward but Adnar snarled, and his lips were drawn back in a scowl revealing those murderous teeth. The physician stood still half-way over the room. The doctor said he could not work like this. He will rip me to pieces should I come any nearer. Then do not come nearer, I said in

Natasha's POV It is a week after delivery and I am still in a shambles. My body aches in places where I had never imagined it could and the old gunshot wound that I got several weeks ago is not even beginning to heal and labor has torn everything open once again. Each action only reminds me that I went way beyond my limit. But I can't even catch a break. The stack of legal documents in the hospital bed is continuously increasing, and every single one of them is another fragment of the Liam plan to destroy me. He has been working when I am nursing, collecting the doc statements of my mental condition, persuading board people I am not fit to run, constructing a case to deprive me of everything my dad had created. You must eat something, says Adnar, who is sitting next my bed. Our boy is slumbering in his arms, with little fingers round his thumb. I will take a bite after I get through skimming these depositions, I say, flipping through another file. There are three doctors tel