Semua Bab (Not) My Husband: Still The Father Of Our Children: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Mia was on the couch, perched and stiff, hands clenched in her lap.She was flushed to the roots of her curls. Her scent was spiraling wild—bright citrus laced with sugar-snap panic. Sweet and impossible to ignore."Stay here,” Ezra growled, all righteous Alpha menace as he stalked toward the front door, shirt clinging crooked to his damp skin, hair wild from where Sebastian had clearly just dragged fingers through it.Sebastian stood helplessly in the kitchen, one hand clutching the side of the table as he tried to breathe around the rush of instincts.“Ez,” Sebastian called, already regretting his life. “Don’t eat him.”Ezra didn’t answer. The front door flung open like the wind owed him money.And there stood Jacob.Tall. Broad-shouldered. Nervous in a hoodie with the sleeves pulled over his hands like a baby wolf trying to look nonthreatening. He held a bundle of daisies and a wax paper bag that probably contained co

Mia was halfway up the stairs when two bodies came skidding into the hallway like they'd been launched from a slingshot.“Where were you two?” Mia narrowed her eyes at the twins. “You vanished right after lemonade.”Caleb grinned, all teeth. Camden looked even more pleased with himself.“Nowhere,” Caleb said innocently.“Not suspicious at all,” Mia muttered.Camden added, “We were enhancing the vibes.”“Enhancing the what now?”The twins just smiled like tiny gremlins with a shared secret.Mia rubbed her temple. “You know what? I’m ignoring it. I’m just going to ignore whatever you're so proud of before I find glitter in my pillowcase again.”Jacob cleared his throat politely, offering the boys a small, nervous wave. “Uh—hey. I’m Jacob.”Caleb squinted at him. “You’re the boy.”“The one from art,” Camden added, as if confirming a wanted poster.Jacob smiled awkwardly. “I… gues

The hospital room was dim, only the machines casting faint glows across Ezra’s sheets. The blinds were drawn, but the sky outside remained a dark indigo—no sign of the sun yet.Sebastian stood in the doorway, framed in sterile yellow light, curls wild from the wind, cheeks flushed with cold and something deeper. He looked wrecked, wrung out and still trembling from the aftershocks of the imprint.Ezra barely breathed.And then—“Daddy!”The twins' voices cracked the stillness. Camden and Caleb launched themselves at Sebastian, who stumbled slightly as their small bodies collided with his legs, their arms winding around his thighs, gripping tightly.“Where’d you go?” Camden’s voice was wet, choked.“You didn’t say anything!” Caleb sobbed into his hoodie. “We woke up and you weren’t—”“I went for a jog,” Sebastian whispered, crouching low, pressing them to his chest. He kissed their heads twice, three times, despe

The house was too quiet. No blood. No sirens now. Just the stillness after a storm.Sebastian stood barefoot in the doorway, cold tile pressing against his skin. The air still held the faint ghost of Ezra’s scent — sandalwood, heat, something scorched but it was fading faster than it should.He hadn’t fought it. Ezra hadn’t said a word when the cops cuffed him. No resistance, not even the flicker of emotion Sebastian had been desperate for. His eyes were dry. His jaw clenched like it was holding everything in.The front door clicked shut behind them. Then nothing.The police station receptionist didn’t look up when Sebastian arrived, his voice cracking as he said, “I need to see Ezra Anderson.”“Not allowed,” she replied without looking. “No visitation until arraignment. He’s under medical watch anyway.”Sebastian’s hands clenched. “It’s not visitation,” he ground out. “It’s emergency stabilization.”That made her look u

Ezra didn’t knock.He never did.Her apartment smelled like cocoa butter, cinnamon, and shampoo. It smelled like her, like home, like the one person who didn’t expect him to have it together. She let him be a mess. She still made grilled cheese when he sulked. She scratched his scalp when his thoughts wouldn’t slow down. She was his.And right now, someone else’s scent was in her space.Ezra stopped dead just past the threshold. His boots clunked awkwardly onto the rug, one halfway kicked off. His nostrils twitched. There was something wrong in the air.Alpha.Not him.His own pheromones spiked without warning—sharp spice and smoke, rolling off him like steam off a burn. He clenched his fists. His body wasn’t even trying to hide it.“Megan?” he called out, voice already pitched higher than usual.She turned from the kitchen, laughing at something. “Ezra? What the hell? You’re suppose