All Chapters of Dumped My Unloyal Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"You are. You always have been." Mom reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face with a gentleness that undid me completely. "It's why you survive, Angie. It's why you'll keep surviving. But survival isn't the same as living. And right now, you have something worth living for."She looked down at my stomach, and something in her expression cracked just slightly, just for a moment."I wasn't there for you the way I should have been. After Iona passed away and after everything. I told myself I was giving you space, letting you heal, but the truth is..." She swallowed hard. "I didn't know how to help. I didn't know how to carry what you were carrying. So I stood at a distance and told myself watching was enough."Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. "It wasn't. It never is."I grabbed her hand before she could pull away. "Mom—""Don't forgive me, not yet. Not until I earn it. But don't push me away either." Her eyes met mine, and there was something raw there. Something d

The sun hadn't even fully cleared the jagged peaks of the Eastern Ridge when the pack bell began its rhythmic, bronze tolling. It was the heartbeat of the Black Widow territory—a signal that the world was moving, whether I was ready for it or not.From the granary nearby, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the Omegas pounding grain drifted through the open window, a domestic sound that usually felt grounding. Today, it just felt like a countdown.I rubbed my face with a heavy, bone-deep exhaustion. My eyes felt like they’d been scrubbed with sand, a souvenir from the hours spent staring at the silent phone and that cryptic journal until the moonlight faded into gray.Beside me, the bed was cold. Malcolm was already gone—likely prowling the perimeter or barking orders at the Sentinels after that midnight "ghost call."I forced myself out of bed, my hand instinctively resting on the curve of my stomach. The pup was quiet this morning, almost as if she were holding her breath, waiting fo

We sprinted through the long corridors toward the infirmary, the sterile scent of antiseptic growing stronger with every step. My mind was a storm of memories I had tried to bury. Hazel. The son of Yoan, the woman Nathaniel had left me for. The child who was a living reminder of the betrayal that once shattered my life.When we burst through the double doors, the air was thick with the sound of a baby’s frantic wailing."Luna, stay back!" Dr. Liana called out, but I pushed past her.In the center of the room, huddled on a medical cot, was a young boy, maybe eight. His face was smeared with dirt and dried blood, his clothes torn to rags. Clutched in his arms were two tiny, shivering infants—twins wrapped in a single, filth-stained blanket.He looked up, and for a second, I saw Nathaniel’s eyes looking back at me in betrayal."Angie?" he rasped, her voice cracking. "Is it really you?""Hazel," I breathed, my feet rooting to the spot. Malcolm stood like a wall behind me, his hand h

She turned.“Tell Angie I said…” He paused, searching for the right words and not quite finding them. “Tell her I remember. What she did for us back then. I never forgot.”Lira held his gaze for a moment.“Tell her yourself,” she said softly. “She’ll want to hear it from you.”“I’m afraid of it,” Hazel sighed.“It’s okay, got your time before talk to Angie. Anyway, that’s for tonight, make yourself comfortable here. I’ll take my leave now.”“Um why too rush?” Hazel asked.“We got some problems, a mysterious caller.” Lira shrugged. Hazel’s eyes widened slightly. “A mysterious caller?”“Yeah.” Lira leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Someone’s been calling Malcolm. Different voices, same unknown number. We don’t know what they want yet but the timing is suspicious.” She glanced at the twins, then back at Hazel. “Which is why I need to get back.”Hazel was quiet for a moment. Then, hesitantly “Does it… does it have anything to do with why the Rogues came for us?”L

They didn’t let us into the main infirmary right away. Hazel and I stood in the narrow corridor just outside, shoulder to shoulder, breathing the sharp scent of antiseptic and something else I couldn’t name. The walls were a pale, tired green, the kind of color that’s seen too many anxious faces.Hazel hadn’t spoken since they took Hagar through those swinging doors. He just stood there, arms crossed tight over his chest, jaw working on nothing. Every time a nurse hurried past, he flinched.After what felt like a very long time, Dr. Liana came out. Her scrub top had a fresh damp patch near the collar, and the little lines around her eyes looked deeper than they had an hour ago. She pulled off her gloves one finger at a time, and that small, deliberate motion told me more than I wanted to know.“She’s stable for now,” Dr. Liana said, before either of us could ask. “But we’ve found the source of the problem, and it’s serious.”Hazel’s whole body went still. “What kind of serious?”“Haga