All Chapters of MATED FOR ONLY A BABY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(Gwen's POV)The battlefield was a scene of pitiness, filled with blood, flames, and fallen soldiers. My wolves had turned on Ronan, and his once-confident men were now fighting for their lives. Victory was within our reach, yet I had a feeling that something was off.Liam lay on the ground, bleeding profusely. Alven stood beside me, sword drawn, battling our enemies. Then there was Tina she stood at a distance, her weak form still upright, a dangerous smile sat across her face. No matter the situation, she seemed invincible and unreadable.I held my sword tighter, breathing heavily. "What are you smiling at?" I snapped at her. Tina wiped blood from her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, Gwen," she murmured, "you still don't see it, do you?"Just as I was about to respond, I noticed that Tina wasn't focusing on me her gaze was locked on Ronan. That was when I sensed something dreadful was imminent.Ronan moved with surprising speed. His target wasn't me, or Liam, or even Alv

Gwen POVIt had been two weeks since I took over the throne, yet the atmosphere felt heavier and hot than ever. The war had ended, but the struggle for dominance and taking over was just beginning.The pack was still finding its stands, with warriors mending and treating injuries, and the place remains of the old packhouse packed as a haunting reminder of the violence. Although I had emerged victorious, that victory felt more heavy than the winning.Liam was healing, but the connection between us was not strong. He rarely discussed the past events, the life growing within me, or the uncertain future that lay ahead. Alven remained close, as protective as ever, but I sensed something I don't like in him and that is the shift in him doubt actually. It felt as if he was questioning his place now that I was in charge.Tina was imprisoned in the dungeons beneath the packhouse, her silence is quiet disturbing and alarming,thereby making my body twisched with fears and uncertainty. She hadn't

Gwen POVThe air was so heavy with the smell of blood and spoilt boots. The bodies of the treacherous bastards elders lay still on the ground like logs of wood, their betrayal met with the same violence they had plotted against me and that is brutal death. Ronan had disappeared again. He slipped from my grasp like a fleeting shadow in the air. And Tina? She was imprisoned in chains and that is where she should be, unconscious, but I knew better than to consider her defeated too strong.For a moment, I allowed myself to inhale deeply.But it wasn't over I know more things are still at stake.Not by a long shot tho....I turned to Liam and Alven, both stained with blood and dirt, breathing heavily from the fight. Their eyes met mine, filled with unspoken and unreadable questions.This had become more than a struggle for the throne.It was a fight for survival because everything now look jinxed.And I couldn't tell if we had truly triumphed in this encounter or if we had unknowlly steppe

Gwens POVI had grown used to several pains over time. Countless beatings, suffering, betrayals, and wounds had hardened me it has really made me tough, but nothing could have prepared me for my current reality,more brutal and breathtaking.The freezing and cold walls of the cell pressed against me, my wrist still tied in silver chains like a goat and that really brushed my skin. Liam was barely awake, his head hanging low and high like a jalopy, blood dripping from his lips. Beside me, Alven sat, gasping for air, and we were all on the brink of collapse ,maybe death as well.Ronan was aware of our suffering, butterflies in his belly I think.Standing at the center of the room, arms crossed and a smirk on his face, he looked at us with delight. Selene, the woman he had introduced the night before, leaned against the door, her eyes coldly amused. Though she hadn't spoken much, I sensed she posed the greatest threat.Tina was seen standing at the corner, no longer a captive but now a si

Gwens POVTime stood still and strong, as Ronan pulled back the hood, anticipating.The dungeon air felt heavy and breathtaking more than anything else. My body shook, and my wrists were still bound with silver chains, and that was paining me, but none of that registered, not at all. Because standing in Ronan's hold was a face I never expected to see again.Xander....I inhaled sharply, my heart racing like a tornado. He seemed different older and tougher but undeniably him. His dark hair was scattered and rough, his clothes torned like rag, and there was a fresh cut on his cheek."Well, well," Ronan said, tightening his grip on Xander's arm. "Didn't see this coming tho."Xander's golden eyes moved to mine, holding an unreadable and yet knowingly emotion. "Gwen," he whispered.I barely registered his words. My head was spinning,really really spinning.What was he doing here? How had he tracked me down? And why did he come alone, this and may more questions began running through my min