บททั้งหมดของ Stuck Between Two Alphas: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Evelyn’s POV I climbed the wide marble stairs of the mansion slowly, one hand braced against the smooth banister, the other gently cupping my belly. My fingers unconsciously rubbed small, slow circles over the curve that now seemed to grow more by the day. The soft thudding of my boots against the staircase echoed faintly through the vast hallway behind me. Each step was deliberate. Not because I was tired, though I certainly was, but because I needed to prepare myself, for the memories, for the silence, for the ghosts that had been waiting behind that door for over a year. As I ascended the last few steps, I noticed a few familiar faces lingering in the corridor. A maid paused mid-dusting as I passed, her eyes wide in recognition. She didn’t speak. None of them did. Just subtle nods, averted gazes, and a few whispers I didn’t care enough to decipher. I didn’t stop to engage. I couldn’t. The only thing on my mind right now was getting to that room,.the room that once felt like my o

Evelyn. Tyler turned his head slowly, real slow, like some cowboy in a Western showdown. “And who the hell is gonna stop me?”Leo didn’t flinch. “I am.”Then his eyes glowed.No really, they glowed. That deep red color that only came out when he was done playing nice and ready to throw hands.Tyler scoffed and turned fully to him now, his shoulders squaring up. “I’d love to see you try.”And of course, both of them had to puff out their chests like two overgrown hormonal wolves with something to prove. I swear to God, I could feel the testosterone fog forming in the air. Thick, suffocating, and incredibly annoying.“Ugh,” I groaned, stepping between them, throwing my hands up. “Okay! That’s ENOUGH. What is this, a dick-measuring contest?!”Neither of them responded. Great. Classic.Leo clenched his jaw and pointed at Tyler. “She’s not going anywhere. Especially not Bluestone. Redwood is her home. It has been for two years.”Tyler growled,.not even subtly, like actually growled, which

Evelyn“Ahh—!”I gasped sharply as my eyes flew open.The air around me felt thick and cold, and I blinked fast, over and over, trying to make out anything. Everything was dark—like, pitch dark. Not even that gentle blue kind of dark your eyes eventually adjust to. This was like I’d been shoved inside a black velvet box and slammed shut.My breathing came fast. Way too fast. Chest rising and falling like I’d been running. “What the hell…” I muttered, reaching up to rub at my eyes. They burned like hell, heavy and strained, like I’d been crying in my sleep or had rubbed them raw without realizing.Come on, come on. Focus.I kept blinking, rubbing, hoping something, anything, would come into view. I tried to feel beneath me. Grass? Dirt? I couldn’t tell.And then, whoosh.“Ah—!”Something shot past my left ear like wind with weight, like a shadow that moved too close and way too fast.I jerked my head toward the sound, hands dropping from my eyes in reflex. And just like that… the darkn

EvelynI didn’t know where I was going.Didn’t care, honestly.I just walked, feet dragging, mind spinning, the air thick like it knew something I didn’t. There was no destination. No reason. I just kept moving forward like I was going to magically end up somewhere that felt right, somewhere that made sense.Spoiler alert, I didn’t.The mansion faded behind me with every slow step, the hum of Redwood’s streets dulling into the kind of silence that made you think too damn much. The breeze had that strange eclipse stillness, like even the wind wasn’t sure whether to keep moving. It brushed gently across my face, cool but not cold, like it pitied me.The pain came in waves.Grief. Regret. Anger. All of it circling like vultures around whatever was left of my sanity. I don’t even know what triggered it, maybe it was Damien, maybe it was the stupid nightmare, or maybe I just hit my emotional quota for the year.I didn’t even realize how far I’d gone until my boot tapped the edge of somethi

EvelynDaniel’s eyes hadn’t moved from my stomach. Not even for a second.It was like he’d become completely disconnected from reality, mouth slightly open, frozen in place, staring like he was trying to solve some twisted-ass puzzle in his head.And I knew it. I fucking knew it. He was about to say it.I slowly shifted my gaze to the right, inch by inch, trying not to make it obvious. My fingers curled along the edge of the table just beside me. There was a jug sitting there, ceramic, heavy. I could feel the cold weight of it against my knuckles.I leaned back, body tight as a spring.“Evie…” Daniel’s voice came out low and strange, like someone muttering in their sleep. Then his gaze snapped up to meet mine. “Are you… pregnant?”Oh no.Oh fuck.“You’re pregnant,” he whispered again, this time louder, firmer, almost excited. “You’re,”CRASH!I didn’t wait for him to finish.I swung the jug straight into the side of his face with every ounce of strength I had. The sound it made was si