บททั้งหมดของ Dumped My Unloyal Alpha: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

"Angie, we can explain everything, I promise, but we have to treat that wound first." Mom’s hand trembled as she reached for my arm, her eyes pleading."Mom, please... just stop," I said, my voice cracking as I fought back the tears stinging my eyes. "Stop covering for the past. Every second you keep me in the dark, you’re just making this more complicated. You’re making it more dangerous.""Sweetheart," Dad interrupted, his voice heavy with a father’s desperation. "Please. That obsidian needle was coated in something. We have to neutralize it before the toxin spreads any further. Your health and the baby's comes first."I looked him dead in the eye, my jaw set. "This can wait five minutes. The truth can't."The silence in the room was suffocating. Dad looked at me, then at the needle, and finally at Mom. He let out a long, ragged breath and rubbed his face with his hands, looking every bit of his age for the first time."Fine," he snapped, the word sharp with defeat. "Fine. Sit

“Then I’ll fight harder.” His voice turned to steel. “I’ll fight dirtier. I’ll do whatever it takes. Because failing isn’t an option anymore. Not when I have you and our baby waiting for me.”He kissed my forehead, long and lingering, as if trying to memorize the feel of me against him.“Trust me,” he murmured. “Just trust me one more time.”I closed my eyes, my hands clutching at him like he was the only solid thing in a world falling apart.“I trust you,” I whispered back, even though my heart was screaming that this was wrong, that letting him go was a mistake I’d regret forever.But I also knew Malcolm.And I knew that once he’d made up his mind, nothing not even my tears would stop him from doing what he believed was right.So I held him tighter, memorizing the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his hands felt against my skin.And I prayed to the Moon Goddess that this wouldn’t be the last time.I followed Malcolm into the living room, the at

He stared at his hand, his eyes wide with a mix of agony and dawning horror. "It’s not supposed to do that," he rasped, his voice trembling. "This is my bloodline’s steel. It should recognize me. Unless..."He looked up at mom, his face pale. "Unless I’m carrying the very thing this sword was built to destroy.""Malcolm's soul was marked by that ritual when he was a boy," Mom revealed, her voice heavy with a secret she had carried far too long."What does that even mean?" I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs."It means half of Malcolm’s wolf was tainted by the Inverse Moon," she explained, gesturing to the burning runes. "The dark magic influenced his very blood. That’s why the blade rejects him. It recognizes the shadows inside him."Malcolm let out a pained growl, but he didn't let go. "Then how am I supposed to use this to kill the supplier? If I can't hold the weapon, we’re dead anyway.""There is a way to purify the line," Mom said, her eyes drifting toward me.

"But I never said an alliance was impossible, did I?" Dad cut in, his voice dropping into that heavy, instructional tone he used when he was teaching Malcolm how to lead. "Malcolm, you’re an Alpha. You need to stop looking for one monster and start looking for the web. Possibilities A and B aren't mutually exclusive—they’re likely working together.""Then what’s the next move, Alpha?" the lead sentinel asked, his posture stiffening as he waited for a command.Malcolm nodded slowly, his mind clearly racing through a dozen different battlefield scenarios. "Keep a constant rotation on them. I want eyes on that camp 24/7, but stay downwind. And if you can get close enough without being spotted..." he paused, his jaw tightening. "Check their necks. Specifically the back, right at the hairline. Look for a birthmark."The lead sentinel frowned, looking confused by the specific request. "A birthmark, Alpha? What exactly are we looking for?""It’s not a normal mark," Malcolm said, his voic

I couldn't even answer. I gripped her forearms, my knuckles turning white. The pain felt... rhythmic, but not like contractions. It felt cold, like a pulse of liquid silver was circulating through my veins. Every time the pain flared, I could feel a faint, metallic hum vibrating deep in my bones—the exact same frequency as the Silver Vow sitting back in the study."I'm... I'm okay," I managed to choke out, though my breath was coming in ragged hitches."You are not okay. You’re shaking," Lira hissed, looking frantic. "I’m calling the doctor. Or Malcolm.""No! Don't tell Malcolm yet," I whispered, clutching my belly. "He's already on edge. Just... just get me to the kitchen. I need to sit down."As I leaned on her, the pain began to settle into a dull, heavy throb. But my skin felt different hyper sensitive. The baby gave a sudden, forceful kick, and for a split second, I didn't see the garden. I saw a flash of white moonlight and a forest of dead trees."Crap!" I hissed, the word