Semua Bab Stuck Between Two Alphas: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Evelyn(Two months later)For a town with less than five thousand people, Charming sure had a knack for cramming everyone into one damn spot. People laughed, cars honked, someone was yelling into their phone about a late deliveryl, it was noisy, it was alive. It almost felt like real life again.But not for me.I adjusted my coat and headed toward the building up ahead. The hospital.My usual spot.The second I stepped through the doors, the sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with blood rushed up my nose like a punch. It was heavy, sharp. I always hated that smell. Always have. I don’t know how human noses tolerate it.But the smell wasn’t the only thing that hit me.Heartbeats. So many. Too many.Some slow and faint. Others erratic. A couple strong and steady. I could hear them all. Like a twisted orchestra of the dying and healing. It made my head spin. For a moment, the hallway looked like it was tilting. Shit.I didn’t let it show. I kept walking, casually like I wasn’t two seconds

Evelyn’s POV I sat on the couch, arms folded over the bump of my belly, just…thinking. Christian was here. After months of complete radio silence, after going off on that wild mission with Rein, after vanishing like smoke, he’d walked right through the damn door like no time had passed. Leo. It had to be Leo who found me. God, the fact that they even looked for me...It made me happy and relieved. But somehow, despite all that, my thoughts kept circling back to this house. To Ellora. To little Mika with her endless questions and bedtime stories and her ridiculous obsession with my hair. It felt... warm. Normal. I didn’t get a lot of that in Redwood. Ellora’s footsteps came down the stairs and I looked up just as she sighed and flopped onto the couch beside me, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Finally got Mika to bed,” she said, shaking her head. “She wouldn’t stop asking about your handsome friend.” I laughed. “She’s such a nosy little thing.” “She even asked if you we

Evelyn’s POVThe car was quiet. Too quiet. I could hear every tick of the damn turn signal and the occasional whoosh of cars passing by. Christian sat there, staring out the windshield like it held answers he’d been looking for his whole life.Then he spoke.“There were five of them.”I turned my head slowly. “Five of who?”He glanced down at his phone, thumbed the screen like he was checking the time, or maybe just avoiding eye contact. “Werewolves,” he finally said. “The ones who killed my parents.”I blinked. “Five? I thought…”He shook his head. “Yeah, me too. Turns out, they were looking for something… a gene. Some rare mutation only certain bloodlines carry. And they thought my parents had it. Or passed it on.”I swallowed. “Is it… does this have anything to do with me?”“No,” he answered quickly. Too quickly. “It has nothing to do with you.”Still, his eyes wouldn’t meet mine.I shifted in my seat. “So… what happened? After you left me back in Nevada?”He finally looked at me t

Evelyn’s POV Christian pulled into the familiar driveway of the Turners' home. The street was quiet, too quiet. I could feel something pressing on my chest the second we stopped, like my ribs were holding in more than just breath. He killed the engine and stepped out first, moving slower than usual. Not lazy, just... restrained. His tall frame circled around the front of the car, and he opened my door before I could reach for the handle. Typical. He held the keys out toward me without saying a word. I took them, brushing his fingers as I did. It was brief. Barely a second. But it was electric. He leaned against the side of the car with his arms folded, staring at the old maple tree across the street like it held all the answers to the universe. His face was unreadable, calm, cold maybe, but not indifferent. Just… complicated. God, what was he thinking? I stepped beside him, shoulder to shoulder, my arm brushing his again. That same jolt ran up my skin like a spark through

Evelyn’s POVI couldn’t believe him right now.“What the hell was that?” I snapped, still stunned from what I’d just witnessed.Christian didn’t even look fazed. “What are you talking about?”I stepped in front of him. “You slammed Marc into the damn wall! That is not okay, Christian.”He arched a brow, completely unfazed. “I don’t care what you think.”My chest tightened. “Seriously? You don’t care what I think? Then why the fuck are you even here?”He just shook his head and started to walk off.“No, no, you don’t get to do that,” I called after him, taking a step forward. “You don’t get to explode, go all Alpha-psycho, and then just walk away like you didn’t just throw someone across the hall.”He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. Just kept walking, that same unreadable look on his face, his strides long and determined.“Christian!” I yelled, but my voice hit nothing but silence.Goddammit.I stood there, clenching my fists until my fingers hurt. Everything between us had gone