Semua Bab He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Bab 1 - Bab 9

EvelynThe blue glow of the TV washed over me in the darkness. I sank deeper into the couch, one hand rubbing my swollen belly. On screen, a reporter stood at Moon pack's borders, detailing the latest security measures. Pack warriors moved in the background, but the one face I was searching for wasn't there.Where was Damon?I checked my phone: 12:04 AM. My back ached from sitting too long, and the baby had been unusually active tonight, kicking and rolling as if she could sense my unease. Seven months pregnant, and I was still waiting up for my mate like some lovesick teenager."He said he'd be back by ten," I whispered to my belly. "Daddy had to settle a dispute at the borders, that's all."The baby kicked in response, a sharp jab just beneath my ribs. Almost like she was calling me on my bullshit.The words sounded hollow, even to me. The knot in my chest had been growing for weeks now—that unmistakable twinge that came with the mate bond. Something wasn't right.I shifted position

Evelyn"It was the gardener who took me to the hospital." The words felt strange coming out of my mouth. I stared at the thin hospital blanket covering my legs, picking at a loose thread. "Luis. The guy who mows our lawn."Susan sat in the chair beside my bed, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She'd come straight from work, still wearing her scrubs with the little cartoon frogs on them."When I couldn't reach Damon..." I trailed off, not sure how to explain the fear of that moment. The panic. The pain.Susan reached over and squeezed my hand. "Hey, it's okay." Her voice was steady, the same voice she'd used when we'd hide under blankets during thunderstorms as kids, sharing a flashlight and making up stories to drown out the thunder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."But I did want to. I needed to. The words had been building up inside me since yesterday, threatening to choke me if I didn't let them out."He hung up on me, Sus." My voice was quiet. "I tol

Damon"I want a divorce."The words hit me like a punch. Evelyn stood there, her eyes hard in a way I'd never seen before. The woman who always forgave me, who always came back, was gone.I stepped toward her, trying to hide my surprise. "You want a divorce?" I tried to sound mocking. "No. You're just trying to get my attention. It's not working."She didn't react the way I expected. No tears. No begging. She just shifted the baby carrier to her other hand, her knuckles white from gripping it too hard."I can't be with a cheater who didn't care about my pain when he slept with my sister." Her voice broke on the last word.She started hitting my chest with weak punches. I let her. Her fists barely hurt, but each one landed somewhere deeper."Why are you so upset when you cheated first?" I caught her wrist. It felt small in my hand, birdlike. I remembered holding it the first time we met, how perfectly it had fit.Something stuck in my throat. I swallowed hard."Wasn't I enough for you?

DamonFive years.I stood at my office window, watching rain streak down the glass. Five years since I'd signed those papers. Five years since I'd watched the guards drag Evelyn away.The mansion felt different without her. Quieter. The colors somehow duller, though nothing had actually changed. We still had the same furniture, the same artwork. I hadn't let the staff redecorate, though Susan had tried a few times.Susan. Another complication I didn't want to think about right now.A crash from down the hall pulled me from my thoughts. Then small, quick footsteps running toward my office."Daddy!"The door burst open and Ava tumbled in, her dark hair escaping from what had probably been a neat braid that morning. One of her socks had slipped down around her ankle, and there was a smudge of what looked like chocolate on her cheek.Five years old today. Hard to believe."Dad, it's my birthday!" She launched herself at me, latching onto my leg. "Everyone in the mansion gave me a present

AvaI woke up reaching for someone who wasn't there. My fingers grasped empty air, trying to hold onto the woman with the rose smell and the laugh that made my chest feel warm. But she faded away like she always did, leaving me cold.Winter light sneaked through my window, making little rainbow spots on my wall. My room was too neat. Miss Hilda always said a proper young lady keeps her space tidy, but I thought she just didn't want me to have too many things. Things that reminded me of someone I wasn't supposed to remember.I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The dream was already going away, slipping like water through fingers. But I remembered her hands—soft but strong, with little marks on them like stars. In my dream, those hands were braiding my hair, and she was singing something I couldn't quite remember.It was strange how I missed someone I didn't know.I slid out of bed, my feet quiet on the cold floor. Alpha didn't like noise in the mornings. He didn't like a lot of things, especi