Semua Bab Rejected By One, Claimed By Another: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Chapter 162: Cara Deceit Failed Damon’s POVI held Sophia tightly in my arms as I walked into the pack house.My chest still burned with anger. My heart still beat very fastBut all I could think of was her—how small she felt, how cold her skin was, how tired her eyes looked.I kicked open the door to my private quarters. The maids rushed forward, shocked to see her like this. I said nothing.No one needed to speak. They saw it on my face. They saw the danger in my silence.“Leave,” I told them.And they left.I laid Sophia gently on the bed, still holding her hand. Her lips were dry. Her eyes were barely open. She had been through hell, andg she still didn’t complain“You’re home,” I whispered. “You’re safe now, Sophia. I’m here.”She didn’t say anything. She just blinked slowly, like she was still trying to believe it.I stood up and ran to the bathroom.I filled the tub with warm water and laid out soft towels.Then I came back, picked her up again, and carried her to the bathroom

Chapter 164A Mother's HeartSophia's POVThe house was quiet.Too quiet.I sat at the window, my fingers clasped around a hot cup of tea. Damon had gone off to do a patrol of the pack. He'd return soon, he said. But my mind… my heart… it was not at peace.No amount of trying could keep out my thoughts of the baby.Cara's baby.A small, innocent child who hadn't wanted to be born into all this ugliness. A baby who didn't know about betrayal, or lying, or pain. A small life, less than six months old.My heart ached.I was supposed to be angry. I was supposed to despise Cara. She enticed me. She left me there in that darkness. She didn't care if I lived or died.But every time I recalled that child… I recalled those little fingers… that tender face…Tears filled my eyes.It wasn't the baby's fault.I stood up and walked cautiously towards Damon's study. I sat on his chair and bunched my fingers on the desk.That baby was outside. And even if I did not know what would occur next… I wanted

Chapter 166 : I Choose YouSophia's POVI leaned in the hallway, not breathing, and not moving. My back pressed against the cold of the wall, and my hands shaking. I had not meant to eavesdrop. I had come only to leave Damon his scarf—it was cold outside, and he would forget. But then I heard their voices. The elders. Their words. And all inside me came to a stop.".you owe us an heir, Alpha Damon. Long enough.""You have been ruling almost two decades. We cannot imagine the pack suffering in the years ahead. What if you fell ill?""We are no longer asking. If you do not have an heir, we will be left with no choice but to choose a new alpha.""We warned you once before. This is the last warning. Make up your mind for duty. Or step down."I clapped my hand on my mouth to cut off the sound that yearned to be released. Tears filled my eyes, but I didn't cry—not here. Not yet. I remained fixed, my breathing suspended, until I heard their footsteps fade into the distance. Then, complete s

Chapter 168: The Thought Shared To HimSophia's POVThe door creaked softly when I opened it.Damon's chember was dim. Curtains were closed halfway, and the fire in the fireplace crackled low, casting gentle shadows on the walls. He was at the edge of the bed, shirtless, combing his black hair, lost in thought.My heart pounded. My fingers trembled, but I attempted to steady myself.I breathed and went in slowly.He had looked up as soon as he had sensed my presence. His eyes had relaxed immediately. "Hey," he said, getting up. "Are you okay?"I nodded and attempted a small smile. "Can we talk?"He scrutinized my face intently, his eyebrows furrowing. "Of course. Come sit."I moved over and sat beside him on the bed, putting my hands in my lap. Damon sat tight, his leg up against mine. The warmth of his body calmed me, but I was still nervous.He tilted his head, flashing me that sweet, suspicious smile. "You're too relaxed. You do that when you're going to ask me for something crazy.

Chapter 170: My Heart Doesn't UnderstandSophia's POVThere was silence in Damon's room, louder than a scream.I wrapped my knees into my chest on the edge of the bed. My fingernails sank into Damon's bedsheet material, but that wasn't comfort. Nothing ever would be.I couldn't help but hear him in my head. The anger in his eyes. The way he stormed off, not even giving me the chance to defend myself. My chest was tight, like something was pressing up against it and keeping me from breathing properly.Where did I go wrong?All I ever wanted to do was assist.I believed I was doing a brave thing—something that indicated how much I cared about him. About his title. About his legacy. But perhaps I was mistaken. Perhaps love wasn't meant to be this way.There were tears in my eyes, and I brushed them away hastily, angrily, like it was a flaw. But the harder I struggled to combat it, the more they fell.I scanned the room. It was full of things, all of them suffused with memories of us—our