Semua Bab Carrying the Alpha’s Baby, But He Loves My Twin: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Jasper's POVJust hours ago, I was raising a toast to my sister’s wedding. Now, I’m preparing for war.I pace in front of the pack house, boots crunching against gravel, my body thrumming with adrenaline. Around me, warriors gather in formation, their expressions grim and ready. The urgency in Beta Smith’s warning rings in my head, and judging by Liam’s earlier attitude, he’s not coming to talk. He’s coming to destroy.Good. Let him try.If he’s foolish enough to come into my territory looking for a fight, I’ll give him one. And I’ll make sure he regrets it.“We’re ready, Alpha,” Beta Smith says, stepping up beside me. His wedding suit is now half-covered by armor, and the sight of it twists something in my chest. This day should’ve been his. Peaceful. Joyful.I glance at Felicity, standing in the doorway, eyes filled with worry. She deserves a wedding night, not a war.“Stay behind,” I say firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument. Then, softer, “You just got married. Go enjoy you

“Take the medicine, Iris.” My mother holds out the teaspoon, staring down at me expectantly. Her lips are pursed, and I can see the disappointment flashing in her gaze at my continued refusal. I know I should take the medicine. I can feel my heart fluttering rapidly in my chest, and I can’t remember the last time my body wasn’t wracked with exhaustion. I hate how weak I am all the time. I don’t like being this way. But Liam isn’t here right now, and with every second that passes, the knots in my stomach continue to tighten. Taking my medicine always leaves me a bit shaky, and I’m used to having Liam by my side with me while I weather the uncomfortable side effects. Since I first fell ill, Liam’s been with me almost constantly, never leaving for more than a day or two at a time–and never for anything as dangerous as the mission he’s on right now. The stress of his absence feels like it’s rotting me away from the inside out. “I can’t take it yet!” I insist, looking between my mothe

Cora's POVFelicity and I burst into the hospital, breathless. The sharp scent of antiseptic fills the air, mixing with the faint tang of blood. But before I can ask anything, Felicity spots Beta Smith across the room—and the world blurs around them.He wraps her in his arms instantly, crushing her against his chest. His uniform is streaked with dirt and blood, but Felicity doesn’t care. She clings to him like he’s the only thing keeping her grounded, her fingers buried in his back as he murmurs something into her hair. For a second, I forget where we are. They look like the perfect picture of love—messy, real, and unshakable.But Jasper isn’t with them.My heart stutters, eyes scanning every hallway, every passing nurse. Where is he?Beta Smith finally pulls back, though their fingers remain laced together. “He’s with the doctor,” he says, catching my panicked expression. “They’re bandaging him up now.”My chest tightens. “Is he okay? How bad is it?”“He’s alright,” Smith says, gi

Cora's POVAs we step back into the pack house, Dr. Shelley’s words echo in my head like a drumbeat I can’t shake.Jasper. Sleeping beside me. Every night.My mate. My protector. The male whose touch lingers in my thoughts longer than I care to admit. I know he wants me—his every action screams it. And maybe... maybe I want him too. If I can just get past the mess in my own head.Still, every night? Seriously?I avoid his gaze as we walk inside, hyper-aware of the silence between us. Would he even want to sleep next to me? I’m carrying another man’s child—Liam’s. I’ve seen the way that truth unsettles him.Does he care enough to look past it? Enough to comfort me even when it hurts him?My voice comes out softer than I intend. “Thanks for today. The wedding, the appointment... I hope your wounds heal quickly.”Jasper’s lips twitch in amusement. “Of course.”His voice is low, teasing. I glance toward the hallway. “I’m really tired,” I say, inching away. “I think I’ll head to my room no

Cora's POVI don’t know how long I’ve been curled up in this corner—minutes, maybe hours. Time has become a blur, stretching thin beneath the weight of what I just heard. My legs are stiff, but I can’t bring myself to move. Not yet. Not when the air still echoes with the voices of Beta Smith and Gamma Roger.They walked the other way, never once noticing me hidden in the shadows. As far as I can tell, they have no idea I was listening. No idea I know.But what do I really know?The conversation replays in my mind, jagged and sharp. The words don’t just sting—they slice. I want to believe I misheard, that I misunderstood.But I didn’t.If what they said is true, then Jasper—the man who held me through the night, who offered his bed to help me rest, who took me in when he had every reason not to—is using me. Not out of kindness. Not out of care.But to get to Liam.My stomach churns. It’s like tumbling backward through time, crashing headfirst into betrayal all over again. The worst kin