Semua Bab The Mate She Can’t See: Bab 251 - Bab 257

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN“Zoey, breathe. Slow and steady.”Hannah’s voice cut through the pain as another contraction ripped through me. I clutched the side of the bed, sweat dripping down my face. My heart raced, but I forced myself to inhale and exhale like she taught me.“I’m breathing,” I panted, gripping the blanket so hard my knuckles turned white. “It just… hurts!”“You’re doing amazing,” Lily said, kneeling beside Hannah. Her eyes were wide but determined. “The baby is almost here. Graham will be back any second.”Another sharp wave made me cry out. Hannah pressed a cool cloth to my forehead. “You’re strong, Zoey. Just a little longer.”The tent smelled of herbs and warm cloth. Outside, voices murmured and feet rushed past. The battle was over. The council was meeting. Viktor and his warriors were preparing to return to their lands. Peace was finally ours, but right now, all I could focus on was the life trying to come into the world.The flap of the tent burst open

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE (Zoey’s POV)“Is this really happening?” I whispered as we followed Graham down the quiet hall. My voice sounded small against the stone walls.“It’s happening,” Graham said, but his hand was tight around mine. “Viktor swore the ritual is safe.”The room smelled faintly of lavender and old wood. Luna Velma lay on a low bed, silver hair spread across the pillow like moonlight. She looked peaceful, too peaceful. My chest squeezed. I had seen her many times like this, always still, always untouchable. But tonight felt different.Hannah and Lily were already inside, standing near the wall with worried eyes. Viktor waited at the foot of the bed, his tall frame lit by soft candlelight. His crimson eyes flickered toward us, unreadable.“Are you ready?” Viktor asked Graham quietly.“No,” Graham said, his voice low but steady. “But we have to do this.”Viktor nodded once and looked at me. “You stay close to him. The magic is powerful, but it will not harm yo

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONEEPILOGUEZoey’s POV)“Stop trying to climb out of the basket,” I said, laughing as Hope wiggled her tiny body like a determined pup.Morning sunlight spilled across the meadow outside the Alpha house. We’d brought a small woven basket filled with toys, thinking it would keep her entertained while Graham and I shared a quiet breakfast. Instead, she had decided the grass beyond was far more interesting.Graham leaned down and caught her before she could topple over the edge. “You’re just like your mother,” he teased. “Never stays where she’s put.”I threw a berry at him. It bounced off his shoulder and landed in the grass. “You’re worse. You always follow me when I run.”“That’s not worse,” he said with a grin, settling Hope back in the basket. “That’s loyalty.”Hope kicked her chubby legs, squealing with delight. Her laughter filled the meadow like music. I felt the sound settle deep in my chest, a soft reminder of everything we had fought for.Across