All Chapters of Her Choice To Make : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Tessa's POV: Secrets don’t stay hidden forever. Especially not when they’re growing under your skin.Lucian was the first.He was seated on a weathered bench in the garden. He seemed to always be outside, as he couldn't seem to stand Benjamin's presence any more than Benjamin stood his.His skin didn't hold the paleness of recovery, but the bandage around his ribs peeked out from under his shirt like evidence of what he'd been through. The scent of lavender brushed the air, but it did nothing to calm my nerves. He sat with his back straight but his gaze soft, golden eyes glowing in the sunset. I could see the change in him now; his presence didn’t demand fear anymore. It invited something gentler. Something closer to love.“Lucian,” I said softly, stepping into his line of view.He looked up immediately, alert. “Tessa?”There was a hint of a smile until he saw my face. He stood at once.I stayed still. My hands trembled, but my voice didn’t.“I’m pregnant.” I didn't mean to drop it l

Tessa's POV: The wind sliced across my face as I bolted through the wrecked halls of Benjamin’s house, splinters catching at my legs. Blood trailed in smears behind me, ours, theirs; it didn’t matter anymore. The battle outside raged like a storm. And at its heart were the two powerful wolves, one born into power and one who'd clawed his way into it.Lucian.Olivia.My heart slammed against my ribs as I burst through the back door and onto the stone courtyard.What I saw turned my blood cold.Lucian was on the ground, human again, breath ragged and chest rising unevenly. Deep gashes ran across his shoulder and side, and his once-golden eyes were dull with pain. His wolf form had already faded; he couldn’t hold it long. Not with the curse still binding him.And above him, Olivia stood tall, with very few scratches on her. Her hair whipped behind her like a war banner, her dark eyes glowing with ruthless fire. Her claws were out, gleaming red.“You always were pathetic,” she spat, kic

Tessa's POV: Olivia groaned under the crushing weight of my magic, slumped against the courtyard wall like shattered porcelain. Her limbs twitched weakly, still bound by the living vines I’d summoned from the earth itself. Her hair was tangled and streaked with blood, and her once-fierce eyes now brimmed with a trembling disbelief.Olivia.The Alpha who tore everything apart.The sister who murdered her own blood.Now she lay broken.And still, I wasn’t done. My palms pulsed white with power, raw and ancient. I could feel it in the wind, in the soil, in the ache of my grief; it surged through me, responding to every thought, every breath.But then…Something shifted in the air.A ripple.A soft hum, like magic brushing against memory.I turned quickly.And there he stood.“Noah.”He stepped out from the smoke and shadows like a vision from another lifetime.Still tall. Still steady. Still carrying the sadness in his eyes that had never really left since we were kids.His brown curls

Tessa's POV: The wind that drifted through Lucian’s estate smelled different now. Not of blood, not of fear, but of wildflowers and ash, burnt sorrow giving way to something green again.We had returned a week ago.Not to pick up where we left off. That was impossible. Too much had been lost, too many truths had cracked open. But we came back to rebuild. Not the walls, but ourselves.Lucian’s estate was quieter than I remembered. Most of the staff had either fled during the chaos of Olivia or were reassigned by the Council until the dust settled.So it was just us.And strangely… I liked it that way.Our wounds, physical and otherwise, were still fresh. My ribs still ached when I twisted too far. Lucian winced when he moved his shoulder, where Olivia’s claws had nearly ended him. But the deepest healing wasn’t of the body.It was of the soul.He sat at the edge of the garden now, sunlight streaming through the overgrown vines above his head. His eyes were closed, his face tilted upwa

Tessa's POV: The pain came in waves, fierce and wild, like a storm crashing against cliffs. My cries echoed through the estate halls, but I wasn’t afraid.I was ready.Lucian knelt beside me, gripping my hand with a strength that made me know that he couldn't lose me. He didn’t flinch when I screamed. He didn’t waver when I sobbed his name. He was just there, whispering encouragement, pressing kisses to my sweat-soaked hair, his eyes never leaving me. “You’re almost there,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “You’ve got this, moonlight. Just a little more.”I gasped, breath hitching, as another contraction tore through me. My mother stood near the foot of the bed, calm and focused, guiding the process with ancient magic that soothed the sharpest edges of the pain. Beside her was one of the estate’s most trusted she-wolves, Marra, the head healer, and Kate, one of my former maids who had stayed despite the havoc caused by Olivia. They moved around me with practiced hands and so