Nora: Rejected Lost Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 300

Carlos' POVI couldn't stop smiling.Even hours later, I was still stuck in that perfect moment when Nora's voice rang out across the living room—*I'm pregnant*. The words played on repeat in my mind like a favorite song. Each time I heard them again, my chest swelled with something so big and overwhelming I thought it might burst right out of me.I pulled her closer on the couch, wrapping my arms around her like I could somehow hold onto this feeling forever. "This is the best news I've ever heard," I whispered against her ear, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.Her smile could have powered the whole house. "I'm so glad you're excited.""Excited?" I pulled back to look at her properly, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. My fingers lingered on her cheek. "Nora, I'm over the moon. We're going to have another baby. Another baby."The laugh that bubbled up from her throat was pure magic—soft and full of joy, the

Nora's POVI couldn't breathe.The bed beneath me felt cold despite the warm blankets Carlos kept tucking around me. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I pressed them against my stomach, protecting what might already have been lost."Stop thinking like that," I whispered to myself, but the words felt hollow.The door creaked. Carlos stepped in, carrying a glass of water he set on the nightstand without a word. He had been doing this for hours—bringing me things I didn't need, checking on me every few minutes like I might disappear."You're hovering," I told him."I'm caring." His jaw tightened. "There's a difference."I watched him pace to the window, then back to the bed, his hands clenched at his sides. The muscle in his cheek ticked like it always did when he was fighting his wolf."Carlos."He stopped. Looked at me with those dark eyes that saw too much."Sit. Please."He hesitated,

Carlos' POVI couldn't stand still.My boots wore a path in the dirt as I paced the training grounds, watching my pack go about their morning routines. Sparring. Laughing. Acting like nothing was wrong.But everything was wrong.Someone there had tried to kill my mate. Someone I had shared meals with, trusted with my life, called family. The thought made my wolf snarl beneath my skin."Alpha?"I turned. One of the guards, approached with a tablet in his hands. "The list you requested."Every pack member who had had access to the main house in the past week. Every wolf who had worked in the kitchens, cleaned the halls, delivered supplies. A handful names.Too many."Set up interviews in the council hall," I told him. "One by one. No exceptions.""All of them?""Every. Single. One."Marcus nodded and walked away. I could feel the pack's eyes on me, sensed their confusion an

NORAThe wooden floorboards creaked beneath my boots as I paced the narrow hallway outside the healer's hut. Back and forth, back and forth—like a caged wolf desperate for release. My mind wouldn't stop churning, wouldn't let me rest for even a moment. The ancient journal I'd discovered in that godforsaken dungeon had done more than just provide clues about the antidote we so desperately needed. It had ripped open old wounds I thought had healed. Elena.I pressed my palm against the cool wall, trying to center myself. The memories came flooding back anyway—her voice echoing through the pack house, always so sure of herself, so convinced she knew what was best for everyone. I remembered the day I'd ordered her locked away, the way her eyes had burned with hatred and something else. Something that looked almost like pity."You'll understand someday, Carlos," she'd whispered as the guards dragged her toward the dungeons. "When love isn't enough

CARLOS POV I should have known it wasn't over. In my years as Alpha, I'd learned that the obvious answer was rarely the complete one, but somehow I'd let myself believe that finding Darian would be enough. That his confession would tie everything up in a neat, horrifying package and give me a clear path forward.I was wrong.The more I dug into his story, the more the foundation crumbled beneath my feet. What I'd thought was solid ground turned out to be quicksand, and I was sinking fast.Darian hadn't acted alone. That realization hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest, stealing my breath and leaving me reeling in the dim light of the interrogation room.I'd been questioning him for hours, pushing harder than I probably should have, but desperation had a way of eroding patience. Nora was dying upstairs, and every minute I spent down here was another minute closer to losing everything that mattered. Finally, under the relentless pr