All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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111 The Voice That Stops Everything

Robin"Miss Hilda, please stop... Let him go..."The small voice cut through the room like nothing else could have. Everyone froze—Hilda with her thighs still locked around Damon's throat, the guards with their weapons half-drawn, me with my mouth open around words that suddenly didn't matter.Ava stood in the doorway, her small frame silhouetted against the corridor light. Levi hovered behind her, his expression neutral, almost detached. Just as he'd promised. When I'd walked away from our argument, I knew exactly what he would do—show Ava the footage of her father's brutality, then bring her here to witness the aftermath. I'd let it happen. I couldn't bring myself to do it, but I hadn't stopped him either.Ava's hands were balled into fists at her sides, trembling. Even from across the room, I could see tears tracking down her cheeks."Stop hurting him," she said, her voice breaking. Not quite a sob, but close.Hilda's head snapped toward the child, her face going from murderous to

Last Updated : 2025-08-03

112 Go Back To Your Pack

RobinAs Ava and Elena disappeared down the corridor, the room seemed to exhale collectively. Damon slumped back to the floor, eyes closed, the fight gone out of him. Cole approached cautiously, looking between his Alpha and me with wary eyes. The remaining Moon Pack guards hovered near the walls, clearly unsure whether to approach Damon or stay back.One of my guards stepped forward uncertainly. "Alpha?"I shook my head slightly. "Give us a minute." I looked at Cole. "You too."Cole hesitated, glancing at Damon's prone form."I'm fine," Damon rasped, not opening his eyes.Cole nodded reluctantly, then gestured to the remaining Moon Pack wolves. They filed out behind my guards, casting nervous glances at Hilda as they passed. The door clicked shut, leaving just me, Damon, and Hilda in the room with the dead wolf between us.Hilda's eyes didn't leave the door where Ava had been. "She shouldn't have seen any of this," she said quietly. "She's just a child.""Your son," Damon spat, still

Last Updated : 2025-08-03

Author's Note

Hey everyone,I've been sitting here for hours now, staring at my screen, watching the cursor blink. Write something. Delete it. Try again. Delete that too.My mind feels like it's wrapped in fog today. You know that feeling when you can see the shapes of ideas, but every time you reach for one, it dissolves between your fingers? That's where I am right now.Some days, writing flows like breathing. Other days... well. Today the words are stuck somewhere between my heart and my fingertips, refusing to come out right.I wanted to be honest with you, rather than just disappearing or posting something half-formed. We'll need to skip today's update. I know some of you look forward to these chapters, and I hate letting you down. But I think giving my brain a little grace might help the story in the long run.Maybe it's the intensity of where we are in the narrative—Everything is finally coming out. These characters have been living in my head for so long, and sometimes they feel too real.I'

Last Updated : 2025-08-05

112 The Price of Pride

DamonEvery breath felt like swallowing glass. The medical room smelled of antiseptic and blood—my blood. I sat on the edge of the examination table, hands gripping the metal edge so tightly my knuckles turned white. Staring at the floor with my remaining eye.Elena moved around me, checking monitors and adjusting bandages. She'd been working on me for over an hour, her movements efficient and impersonal. Professional distance. I preferred it that way."The suppressants are wearing off," she said, inspecting the bruising around my throat. "Your accelerated healing has already started working on the internal damage. Ribs, trachea, wrist—they'll all recover within hours."I didn't respond. Didn't need to. We both knew what she was avoiding."The eye socket, though..." She hesitated, her clinical tone faltering for a moment. "It's already started healing over. The damage was too extensive, and by the time we got the suppressants out of your system..." She let the sentence die, then added

Last Updated : 2025-08-06

113 The Bond Is Broken

DamonThe hallway seemed endless. Every step made my body ache, muscles still knitting themselves back together beneath my skin. My right eye throbbed against the empty socket, phantom pain from something that wasn't there anymore. The bandage covering half my face felt too tight, too present.Elena had told me where to find Evelyn, but now that I was getting closer, I wished I'd never asked. A woman stood outside the door I was approaching—short, dark-haired, with eyes that narrowed the moment she saw me."You must be Damon," she said, no deference in her voice. Nothing to acknowledge what I was."I need to see Evelyn.""She's not here," the woman said, crossing her arms. Not hostile, but not friendly either. "Neither is Ava, before you ask."My jaw tightened. "Where are they?""Evelyn's in the solarium." When I didn't react, she added, "The glass structure at the end of the east path. It overlooks the valley." She pointed toward a window at the end of the hall. "Through those doors,

Last Updated : 2025-08-06

Author's Note

Quick question for my readers: Are you familiar with the concept of a meta-aware character?

Last Updated : 2025-08-06

114 The Arctic Eyes

MargaretThe ache in my skull pulled me back to consciousness. Heavy. Pounding. Like someone had taken a hammer to the back of my head and kept going even after I went down.My thoughts moved through thick mud. Where was I?Dark. That was the first thing that registered. Not the comfortable darkness of a bedroom, but something else. Old paper. Dust. The musty smell of books that hadn't been touched in years.I tried to move and couldn't. My arms were pinned to my sides. When I attempted to shift my legs, they wouldn't budge either. Even breathing felt restricted—something pressed tight around my torso.A thin shaft of light caught my attention. A small window, high up on the wall. Through it, I could see a sliver of night sky and what looked like the glow from a street lamp outside.Night time. How long had I been out?What the fuck is going on?I forced myself to think back. The university. Catherine's office. She'd been talking about humans making wolves weak, and then—Her face. Th

Last Updated : 2025-08-08

115 A Friendly Advice

DamonBirds. That's what pulled me from sleep. Not the harsh crow of ravens or the territorial screech of hawks, but actual songbirds. Cheerful little things chirping away like the world hadn't gone to hell yesterday.Sunlight streamed through the window, warm on my face. For a second—just one stupid second—I forgot where I was. Forgot everything. Then reality crashed back, and I remembered. Wood Pack. Robin's territory. My missing eye.The room smelled wrong. Pine and cedar instead of oak. Fresh mountain air instead of the familiar scents of Moon Pack. Everything here was different, cleaner somehow. Like they'd scrubbed away all the complications and politics that came with running a real pack.I stayed flat on my back, staring at the wooden ceiling beams. They'd been hand-carved, little wolf motifs running along the edges. Probably some traditional Wood Pack thing. Robin always did like his symbolism.Evelyn.The name sat heavy in my chest. Strange how two syllables could carry so m

Last Updated : 2025-08-09

116 The Feast

DamonLife becomes a little complicated when things make sense.I pulled the black shirt over my head, the fabric soft against my skin. New. Everything in the wardrobe was new—tags still attached to some pieces, that fresh cotton smell that hadn't been washed out yet. The pants fit perfectly. The shoes too. Even the damn socks were the right brand I usually wore.Robin had either done his homework or this was the world's most specific coincidence. I didn't want to think too hard about which one it was.The hallway outside my room stretched in both directions. I picked left, following the scent of roasted meat and fresh bread. A young woman in Wood Pack colors pointed me toward the dining hall when I got turned around near what looked like a library."Down that way, Alpha Damon. Third door on the right."Alpha Damon. At least someone still used the title.I found the room easily enough after that. The heavy wooden doors were closed, but I could hear voices inside. Multiple heartbeats.

Last Updated : 2025-08-09

Author's Note

Well, here we are. End of Volume 1.I know, I know—ending on Ava collapsing is cruel. But if you've made it this far through all the betrayal, werewolf politics, and Damon's spectacular ability to make the worst possible decisions, you probably expected I wouldn't wrap things up with a neat little bow.When I started writing this story, I thought I was telling a simple revenge tale. Evelyn comes back, gets her daughter, makes everyone pay. Done. But these characters had other ideas. Damon turned out to be more than just a villain—he's a man who buried the truth so deep he started believing his own lies. Hilda emerged from what should have been a background role to become... well, whatever she is. (Those arctic eyes? Yeah, that wasn't in my original outline either.)And Catherine. God, Catherine. Sometimes a character shows up and you realize they've been playing chess while everyone else was playing checkers. The dementia act? I'm still not over how she played everyone, including me wh

Last Updated : 2025-08-09

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