All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

CatherineMargaret sat pressed against the opposite door, as far from Frost as she could get without climbing out the window. Her fingers kept twitching toward her throat, checking for damage that wasn't there anymore.I watched the trees blur past. Moon Pack was maybe an hour away. Two if we hit traffic near the human settlements. The driver kept glancing in the rearview mirror at Frost, who hadn't moved since we'd gotten in the car."The idiot is about to do something stupid."Frost's voice came out flat. Before I could ask what idiot—though I had a pretty good guess—he'd already grabbed the door handle."Wait—" Margaret started.The door flew open. Wind roared through the car, whipping my hair across my face. Frost didn't hesitate. He rolled out while we were moving fast, hitting the asphalt with a sound that made Margaret scream.The driver swerved, tires squealing. "What the fuck—""Keep driving," I said, pulling the door shut. The latch clicked.Margaret's face had gone white. H

Evelyn"You're killing him, Hilda." Catherine stepped forward. "Let the man go."I stared at my mother. Everyone did. The woman who'd been confused and lost just days ago now stood there with perfect clarity in her eyes. No hesitation. No fog. Just Catherine Winters in full control.She looked around the crowded hallway, taking in the scene—parents pressed against walls, Cole and his useless guards, the Shaman cowering in the corner, Hilda strangling a man mid-air. Her gaze landed on me and she smiled. Tilted her head and shook it with pity.I didn't know how to react. Just stood there while my brain tried to process what I was seeing. The last time I'd seen her, she'd been confused, showing signs of memory problems. Now her eyes were focused and aware.Catherine walked forward and everyone's attention followed her across the room.She placed a hand on Hilda's shoulder, looked her straight in the eyes. "Relax. Put the man down."Hilda's grip didn't loosen. She looked at Tommy's father

Evelyn"My daughter is dead. Ava is gone."Catherine's face went blank. Not shocked, not sad, not angry. Just empty. Like someone had switched her off.That scared me more than anything. My mother had never been helpless. Not when she'd shot my grandmother to end her suffering. Not when she'd walked away from our pack. Not even when she'd been pretending to have dementia. She always had control, always had a plan.But now she just stood there. Blank."You can't say that."Hilda's voice cut through the silence. She was looking at me with those intense eyes."Excuse me?" I turned on her."You can't say she's gone.""Stop it, Hilda." My voice came out harder than I intended. "Just stop.""I'm telling the truth.""You're delusional." I stepped toward her. "This isn't helping anyone. Your denial doesn't bring her back.""She's not gone." Hilda looked around the room, her gaze landing on everyone—the parents, Cole, even where the Shaman had been standing. "She's in there. Stuck. She needs h

CatherineAva's body had that particular smell—not overwhelming yet, but there. Day-old death starting to set in. The others in the room were pretending not to notice, or maybe they were just avoiding setting Evelyn off.After that scene in the hallway, I understood why. My daughter was close to breaking completely.I sighed. Where was the hope here? The child's skin had gone waxy, her small body rigid. She'd been dead over a day now.I turned. Hilda stood a few feet from the door, Frost beside her. The red-haired girl's eyes never left Ava's body. The look on her face made me pity the sentinel, but it also worried me. What happened when a Wolf Hunter lost their charge?They weren't created to serve wolves, after all. They were created to hunt them. That's why Yrsa had looked ready to shit herself seeing two of them in one room. She'd probably stay in her cave for months after this. The old bitch had lived long enough to remember what Wolf Hunters did to packs. Longer than my mother,

CatherineThe noise started before we reached the hall. Screaming. Not regular screaming—the kind that comes from somewhere deeper than the throat. I walked through the doorway and stopped.The corridor was packed."Let me go! Let me go!" A woman on her knees slammed her head against the wall. Thud. "I want to die with her!""Maria, stop!" Her husband grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back. "Please—""No!" She twisted, nails raking down his arms. "She's alone! My baby's alone!"Blood ran down to his elbows. He didn't let go."She's not alone," he said, voice breaking. "She's with the goddess now.""I don't want the goddess to have her! I want her!" Another slam against the wall before he could stop her. Blood smeared the white paint."What a sight," I said. "Did they just realize their children were dying?"Frost stood beside me. We walked through, stepping around a woman who'd collapsed flat on the floor. Her husband crouched over her, saying something I couldn't hear.I thought of