His Alpha-Uncle Is My Fated Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

~Jasmine~I inhaled a deep breath, now feeling like I could finally blurt out what had been pressing heavily on me. I stared at the water colliding before me, the waves crashing violently against the shore, mirroring the chaos inside me.I’m pregnant.”Silence.Alpha Zeph stood there, his entire body tensing as though the words had physically struck him. His eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might shatter.For the first time since I had known him, he looked speechless.I braced herself for whatever was coming next—anger, disappointment... But all he did was stare at me.And then, finally, he spoke.“What do you want?” His voice was steady, and unreadable.I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into my palms. I decided to lower my guards down, to let someone in, “honestly, I don’t know.”Alpha Zeph’s expression didn’t change.

~Maverick~“What do you want Isabella?” I snapped, barely sparing her a glance as I walked my way slowly toward her. My patience was razor-thin, my mind still tangled in the mess I had left behind.Isabella stood in the middle of my living room, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression unreadable. But I knew better, whenever she had that look, it meant there was trouble.She stepped forward, and placed a stack of documents on the table in front of me. “Really Mav?”Frowning, my gaze followed her actions, as if reading my expression, she spoke. “A query report,” she said coldly. “The elders are complaining.”I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples. “Of course, they are.”Her eyes narrowed at me. “This isn’t something you can brush off easily, Mav. The pack is in chaos. They’re looking for leadership and not silence.”My pack was falling apart. Busi

~Alpha Maverick~The morning light streamed through the curtains, causing me to squint my eyes. Sleep had been restless, riddled with fragmented thoughts that refused to settle.All night, I had been haunted.By the wails of a child, and the eyes of Jasmine. The cries were different. This one was raw, desperate.Then suddenly, everything went dead silent.The shift from chaos to nothingness had jolted me awake more than once, leaving me with a strange, unsettled feeling in my chest.Damn it.Before I could reach for my phone, it buzzed on the nightstand.Kazeem.I grabbed it and answered. “What is it?”“You need to see this,” Kazeem said, his voice unusually serious. “I just sent it to your email.”I frowned. “What am I looking at?”Kazeem sighed. “A contract. And receipts tied to your father. Specifically, debts paid off to Nazy.”I

~Jasmine~Across the room, Mav was staring at me, his dark eyes burning into mine. The air seemed to shift between us, thick with unspoken words, memories neither of us dared to acknowledge.He looked… tired. More than tired. Shadows clung beneath his eyes, and a rugged edge now sharpened his normally composed features. There was something different in the way he held himself, the usual weight of leadership on his shoulders now suffocating, pressing him down. And yet, even as exhaustion dulled his expression, his intensity remained—his entire focus locked on me.A strange feeling curled in my stomach. I forced myself to look away, but it was harder than I expected. My wolf stirred, reacting to his presence as if drawn to him despite everything. I hated that instinct, hated how even after everything, my body still recognized him.Beside me, Zephyr leaned in and muttered under his breath, “Is it just me, or does he look like he hasn&rsquo

~Maverick~Violeta winced, her fingers pressing lightly against her temple. I shrugged off the suspicion that almost took the course.“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath.I frowned. “What’s wrong?”“My head. It hurts,” she admitted, closing her eyes for a brief second before shaking her head like she was trying to clear the pain away.I went through her hospital bag and checked for some pain relief medicine.She let out a small sigh, taking it from my hand and popping it into her mouth. “That actually helps.”I hummed.For a few minutes, neither of us spoke. The quiet was… nice. Not the usual tense silence I was used to.“How’s Francesca?” I asked after a while, shifting gears.Violeta leaned back against the couch, her eyes fluttering open. “Asleep. She’s been crying all day and is exhausted. Jane, the stay-in nurse, is watching over her.”I nodded but didn’t say anything else. Just stared ahead, lost in thought.“You seem off,” she finally said, cutting the silence.I glanced a