Semua Bab Rejected By One, Claimed By Another: Bab 191 - Bab 200

Chapter 192: Cara's DesperationCara's POVThe second Damon burst into my room, desperation written all over his face, I knew that I had won—again.I was fetal on the bed, arms around my stomach, gasping as if something was horribly wrong. I did not hurt, not really. But I needed to scream. I needed to do something—because I'd seen the way he'd looked at her. I'd seen the way he'd stood up from that chair when Sophia came into his study.And I knew I needed to move quickly."Cara! What is wrong?" he said, beside me on his knees.I whined, turning my head to the side and gnawing on my lower lip for dramatic effect. "It hurts," I whispered, suppressing mock tears. "Damon, the baby… I don't know… I just… I felt something move. It hurt."His arms were around me in seconds. I shut my eyes and allowed myself to melt into his chest. For a moment, I could pretend this was real—this love, this comfort, this warmth.He rubbed my back in gentle strokes. "It's all right. I've got you. You and the

Chapter 194- Where is She? Cara's POV My gaze was resting on the view outside the window, but my mind was consumed by Sophia’s room. It has been three full days since she appeared in Damon's study. The silence was deafening as the days passed. Not at breakfast, not around the pack house, did I hear a faint whisper through the walls or glimpse a hint of her presence. Lucas in particular seemed utterly unlike himself, as did Asher who had lost his trademark boisterousness. Nobody brought her up nor offered any explanations and as such, no one bothered to ask me either.Most likely, they were waiting for the storm to arrive.And unlike the rest, I did not want to wait. Every display of her willingness to offer her `grace` followed by a rhythmic entrance, soothing words, and perfect timing was something I chose to omit. I did not want to wait. Instead, I was anticipating looking straight into her eyes and telling her that she did not belong here anymore.To alleviate the excitement

Chapter 196: My LunaDamon's POVIt had been four days.Four long days since I have not seen Sophia.I said to myself that she simply needed time. Space. I had too much on my plate — the elders, the gossip, Cara's illness. But still, somehow, I knew something was wrong. Off.The silence today in the packhouse was too intense. As if it was suffocating on my chest. The corridor outside her room was too quiet.I stood still in front of her doorI don't know why I went. Perhaps I just wanted to see. Perhaps I had to miss the gentleness of her voice, the tranquility she gave. Perhaps… I missed her.I knocked gently.No answer.Blank.The drapes gently swayed in the breeze. Her perfume—once so overpowering—was weak now. Fading.I came in, looking around slowly. The bed was made. Too perfectly.My heart skipped.I walked to the closet.Nothing.Her clothing had disappeared.My chest tightened.No. No, no, no.I burst out of the room, racing along the corridors like a lunatic."Sophia?" I sho

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Eight - Read the Message, Didn't RespondSophia's POVFour days had elapsed since I resigned from that packhouse.Four days since I left behind everything I had ever known. Damon. The pain. The silence that was killing me inside.I had gone back home to rest. That was what I told my parents. But even I knew that rest wasn't what I needed. I needed peace. I needed space. I needed someone—anyone—to look at me.My mother had been trying her best, spoiling me with soft food and hot blankets, but Father simply sat in silence at the door, looking at me as if he expected me to say something. But I couldn't. Not yet.Not when all of me still felt shattered.I was on my bed that evening, wrapped up in the blankets. The room was dark, except for the soft yellow glow of a small lamp on my nightstand. My hands rested on my stomach, feeling the small movement that kept me from being completely alone.At least one heart kept beating with mine.The phone buzzed beside

Chapter 200- A Gentle VisitSophia's perspectiveMorning light filtered through blinds in a soft attempt to comfort me. It didn't work. I'd been awake for hours. Sleep was far from my mind now.I lay on my side, my hand bunched in a protective curve across my belly. The house was quiet, my parents out at a elder's gathering. I ought to have been at ease.But I felt nothing except silence.Until I heard a knocking on my door.I blinked, sat up deliberately, not sure if I'd dreamed it. Then, there was a second knock, quieter than the first."Who is it?" I breathed, my whisper hard to hear.It's Lucas.I sprinted to the door, opened and carefully unlocked it.There he stood, smiling gently, his eyes filled with a warmth of tenderness that pierced through my heart. He was carrying a little bag and a paper cup filled with the smell of my usual favorite chocolate tea."I brought offerings of peace," he grinned, holding the cup.I blinked repeatedly, a knot in my throat. "You didn't have to—