บททั้งหมดของ Married To The crippled Alpha : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Rosalie’s POV “How?” Nathan whispered. He didn't show enough emotion to me. I was expecting him to yell at her to stop lying and tell her to leave but instead He kept reading the paper, looking at her then back to the paper “This can't be real” Nathan muttered running a hand through his hair. “I promise you it's real Nathan, this baby is yours” Daphne insisted stepping next to him. She held him but he stepped back breaking her hold. “I didn’t want to do this now,” she said softly, as if that somehow made it better. “But you’ve had a lot on your plate… I thought today might be the right time. I’ve been holding onto it for a while.” Nathan didn’t respond. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, then closed again. Something cracked inside my chest. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until the burn clawed up my throat. The night Daphne was in bed with Nathan skimmed across my brain. Daphne had taken advantage of Nathan maybe she was doing the same now

Rosalie’s POV That hurtful moment was an eye-opener; things would never be the same again. These people were loyal to their Alpha, and whether I liked it or not, they saw him as a good person. Despite everything Alpha Kincaid was still their hero, which made me the villain. I didn't know how much I could take, and the people around were determined to make me pay. But I didn't feel pain at that moment. Instead, there was an agony building within me that made my wolf howl. My hopes of being a healer were crushed after my powers were gone, and now with this notorious reputation, I would never find a good job. "Enough!" In the middle of my tragedy, a voice yelled out, and I heard the shuffle of feet as people moved out of the way. The beating stopped as I noticed a pair of black flats stop right in front of me. “You’re in a hospital!” The voice belonged to the lady in flats. I couldn't move to see her face. But now the assault ended, I could feel every part of me ache.

Nathan’s Pov It was the first time I was to conduct a meeting on pack affairs in my father's absence. When I arrived at the rendezvous point and got seated. I looked around and saw familiar faces . Some people I never wanted to see came to my direction and I got ready to hear the rubbish they were about to spew. I saw people like Roxy, Maxwell. The duo came. Roxy bent at my knee level and spoke sweetly “Hi Nathan . It’s been a while. How have you been? Is there something I can help you with? Eaten something? The meeting is yet to begin and you are sitting here all by yourself ? Let me get some drinks for you Okay?” I cut in “Oh cut the bullshit. I know you are pretending. It is because I’ve got my legs now that’s why you are coming close to me!” Her voice faltered a little “ Come on Nathan. I am really sorry about that. I know I hurt you. Please forgive me. Aren’t we sorry Maxwell?” Maxwell standing by answered as “Nathan we are sorry. Please man don’t be this hard on us. T

Rosalia's POV My eyes widened and I folded the crumpled paper hiding it quickly. “How did you get that in here?” Giveon mouthed and Sia shrugged. I was more surprised by the fact she trusted me enough to give me. Once upon a time Sia didn’t want me seeing the routes. “I overheard a conversation with the guards, they know more of us are in the pack and that's the only investigation going on,” I gasped leaning in. “They are trying to get to them” “I don’t want more people dying, Rosalia. After Melody they’re the only family I have left” Sia whispered her tone serious. “If we’re never getting out of here,” she looked me dead in the eyes, “Make sure you get them across the border, promise me this Rosalia as my death wish.” “I’ll get them out tonight” I swore, “and still get you out here alive, I promise” “I killed that bastard Kincaid, I’m not in a rush to go join him in hell” I bit my bottom lip contemplating if I should tell her he was still alive. “You can go meet Pe

Roselia POV The clank of my boots against the stone corridor echoed louder than usual, like a thunderous accusation chasing me through the halls. “Where is he?” I asked again, this time sharper, more demanding. The guard in front of me, stationed beside the dungeon entrance, avoided my gaze and tightened his grip on his spear. I waited for an answer. None came. “I asked you a question,” I repeated, stepping closer. “Where is the human that was held in the east cell? Max. Where did they take him? I will not ask you again.” Still nothing. He blinked at me as if I were a shadow on the wall. Not a person. Not the Luna. Not the woman who deserved even the decency of acknowledgment. I turned to the next guard down the corridor. “You. Speak. Do you even know who I am? You'll be spending the rest of your life in the dungeon if you don't give me an answer right now.” He straightened but kept his eyes ahead, jaw clenched like stone and still said nothing. My stomach twisted.