บททั้งหมดของ Alpha’s Deal: Be My Mate: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Chapter 131: (Asher's POV)The envelope sat on my desk like a bomb with a gun. Silent. Still. But pulsating with the power to lay waste to all the things I'd been working to reassemble.I'd stood there a good while. No name. No note. Just a plump, white envelope come through the front of the packhouse with my name written on it in shaky handwriting. My wolf stirred as soon as I'd picked it up.Don't touch it, he growled.But I couldn't resist.With cautious fingers, I tore it open. The contents scattered all over my desk—medical documents, a sonogram, blood test results, all stamped and signed with an official stamp of a doctor I had ever heard of once. Dr. Milena. A real name. A real clinic. Everything was okay on the surface.But my gut constricted.I sat down in my chair, papers trembling slightly in my hand.Pregnant.Cara is pregnant.The words echoed, over and over, like a ticking bomb.My palms on my head, I leaned forward, panting through the mayhem spouting forth in my brain

Chapter 133: Unspoken Zarine's POVThe stars were shining above in silence as I tucked the last of the children into bed. It had been a long day, a day full of uncertainties I was not yet fully able to banish—at least, not for now. My youngest was holding onto my fingers, her sleepy eyelashes rising up at me."Will Daddy smile once more, Mama?"I swallowed hard, forcing a soft smile onto my lips. "Okay, baby. He's tired. Grown-ups are tired as well."She slowly nodded, holding onto the answer as if it was enough. I leaned in, kissing her forehead, pulling the blanket up over her small body.I stepped into the corridor and shut the door softly, and the smile dropped like a weight of lead from my lips.In fact, Asher had not smiled in days.Not entirelyNot since Cara's pregnancy was the talk of the outer circles had he spoken as little to me as this since my return, and spent his time either shutting himself in his office or sitting in silence, staring at nothing—grappling with himsel

Chapter 135 - We Will Wait"(Zarina's POV)The house was quiet now.I had just put the children into bed. The soft susurration of their breathing reverberated in the room like a lullaby. I kissed their foreheads, smoothing the hair back from their innocent faces. They did not know what was happening. And they shouldn't.I drew the blankets closer to them, and I crept up from the floor. My heart was heavy. Heavy with more than it had been in days.Cara was now present.Again.I stepped out into the hallway, every step towards our bedroom filled with unspoken questions. Questions that I didn't wish to ask but had to bear. I opened the door slowly.He stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless, shoulders rolled forward. His hands were clasped tightly together in front of him, elbows on his knees. His head was low.He did not look up when I came in."Asher…" I said softly, walking towards him.He lifted his head, painstakingly, as if it took effort. His eyes met mine. Weary. Torn. Guilty."S

Chapter 137: "Peace, She Says"Zarina's POVThe house was eerily quiet today.Asher had gone early, summoned by the council to a meeting in another pack. He didn't say much as he departed, only that he would be back by nightfall and that I was to rest.I spent the morning taking care of the children. We read together, we laughed, we played with cottony sticks in the garden. I enjoyed every second. Because within these walls, so much was changing—and I felt it nudging against me.Cara was now living in the packhouse.Not far at all. Just down the corridor, in one of the guest rooms.They were all talking about how fragile she appeared, how in need of protection, how magnanimous of Asher to take it on. And me? I smiled at them when they talked, as though I did not see any better. As though I was the woman perceiving this web creep tighter and tighter over the cheat who spun it.After I put the kids to bed, I finally went into my own room and sat beside the window. Today the wind was gen

Chapter: The Calm Before the Truth(Zarina's POV)The packhouse was at last quiet. Outside, the air was still, the sky deep blues, the only stars shining like little hopes. Inside, however, it was not quiet—not my heart, not my mind, nor the unspoken pain of trying to be brave.I closed the door of the children's room quietly, after double-checking that they were fast asleep. They'd played throughout the day, their carefree giggles as if nothing was wrong. I'd taken care of it, though. They deserved happiness. They deserved peace. I brushed their foreheads and wished in silence that they'd never have to grow up with this weighing on their heads.I went back to our room, walking by the hallway where she now lived.CaraThe name was bitter in my mouth, although it was not uttered by my lips. She was in the room with us, smiling to herself, no doubt convinced that she had obtained what was not hers. Faking innocence. Faking pregnancy. Faking niceness.But I had seen through theThe whole