Semua Bab Dumped My Unloyal Alpha: Bab 101 - Bab 107

Dr. Liana looked up at me, then at Malcolm, her expression a mixture of shock and something that looked almost like awe.“Luna…” Her voice trembled slightly. “You’re pregnant.”The world stopped.Malcolm’s hand tightened around mine so hard it almost hurt.“W-what?” I whispered, the word barely audible.“You’re pregnant,” Dr. Liana repeated, more firmly this time. “At least six, maybe seven weeks along. That’s what’s been making you nauseous, exhausted, and strangely emotional—your body has been quietly creating a life, Luna. What a miracle …”I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The room spun around me, tears began flooding my cheeks. “A baby? Is it… is it actually a baby?”“I wouldn’t say it if there were doubt. This is a pregnancy.” She didn’t rush the answer.“But how is that possible?” My voice trembled. “The doctors at Pearl Harbour said… said I might never be able to have children again—after Iona. And even if it were possible, they said the chances were only twenty perc

“I’ll swear it on the Goddess Herself if I have to, Luna. During the height of midsummer, when our grain harvests were at their peak, she was bleeding us dry. She siphoned off the Pack’s supplies and sold them to rivals, pocketing the gold for herself. She even snatched the wages right out of the kitchen staff's hands,” Jennifer explained, her voice trembling with raw honesty. “That’s when she started cornering me, forcing that poisoned herbal tea down my throat under the lie that it would make me fertile.”I felt my expression harden, my voice dropping into a deadly, low register. “Was that the first time you caught her in the act?”“Far from it, Luna. Her greed was the heartbeat of that kitchen; we all lived in the rhythm of her darkness,” Jennifer’s voice grew steadier, colder. “Everyone saw her hands in the till, but no one dared to catch them. I’m only telling you about the grain because that was the bridge she burned to get to me. That was when her 'dark desire' turned into my

“I'm absolutely certain, Angie. I recognize charms like this. I remember them,” Dad repeated, his voice distant and heavy with memory.“Whose were they?” I pressed.“They belonged to a pack that no longer exists,” he said, his gaze fixed on the pelts but seeing something far away. “A pack that was utterly destroyed by a civil war a fifteen years ago, nothing more.”Shannon leaned in, her voice sharp with logic. “If they were destroyed, then what is this? Who is using their emblem now?”My father fell silent, his jaw tightening. He didn't answer. Instead, he looked down, his fingers curling into a fist on his knee a clear physical sign of a secret he was guarding.The air in the room thickened. Shannon watched him, her analytical mind calculating the odds. Malcolm and I exchanged a silent glance over Dad's bowed head. We didn't speak, but a silent agreement passed between us. We won't push him now. But we would find the answers ourselves, starting with the ashes of a pack he