He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

EvelynBack in my quarters, I spread the medical supplies across the small table, preparing tomorrow's doses for Susan. The familiar routine should have been soothing—measuring, mixing, calculating precise ratios. But my mind kept drifting.Ava's face when I'd taken her to the kitchen. The way her eyes had lit up at the simple grilled cheese sandwich Cook prepared. How she'd sat so properly, back straight, using her napkin without being reminded. Such a well-behaved little girl, starving for attention and basic care.My little girl.I caught myself smiling at the memory of her small fingers wrapped around mine, the complete trust in her voice when she'd asked if I would visit again. For the first time since arriving at Moon Pack, something warm had settled in my chest. Something that felt almost like... hope.The syringe I was preparing slipped slightly in my hands. I steadied it, forcing myself to focus. I was here for a purpose. Treat Susan, get close to Ava, then take my daughter h

DamonI'd been looking for Ava since dawn. Hilda had reported her missing from breakfast, and a cold knot of fear had settled in my gut. Five years of borderline neglect, and suddenly I was panicking over a missed meal. The irony wasn't lost on me. It wasn’t that I neglect her, I just knew Miss Hilda would always take care of her. That was what I paid her for.I caught her scent near the eastern gardens and followed it to the small cabin I'd renovated for Dr. Graham's private lab. I'd told myself it was a professional courtesy, an accommodation for a visiting healer. The truth—that I wanted her to stay, that I'd created a space specifically for her—was something I wasn't ready to examine.The door stood slightly ajar, voices drifting out into the morning air. One adult, one child. My pace slowed as I approached, some instinct making me move silently.Through the gap, I could see them bent over the examination table. Dr. Graham's back was to me, her white coat immaculate in the morning

DamonI woke up to screaming.Not the ordinary kind—not the shout of a startled wolf or the cry of a child with a nightmare. This was primal, agonized, the sound of someone being torn apart from within. For a terrifying moment, I wasn’t sure of what was going on, till it clicked.Susan.I was on my feet before my mind fully registered what was happening, my body moving on instinct toward the separate bedroom where Susan had been sleeping since her illness worsened. The door flew open under my hand, revealing a scene from a nightmare.Susan writhed on the bed, her body contorting in unnatural angles. Her nightgown was torn where claws had extended from fingers and then retracted, leaving bloody streaks across the silk. Her face flickered between human and wolf, caught in a grotesque half-shift that shouldn't have been possible."Susan!" I lunged forward, catching her thrashing body before she could fall from the bed. "Susan, hold on!"Her eyes found mine, wild with pain and fear. "M-me

DamonThe hallway outside the medical wing had cleared somewhat, most pack members returning to their rooms once the immediate crisis appeared to be over. I'd remained, pacing the corridor like a caged animal, every nerve ending raw with tension.When Dr. Graham finally called me in, I was through the door in an instant.Susan lay on the examination table, her body still trembling with occasional aftershocks but no longer contorting in those terrifying angles. Her face was pale, eyes closed, breathing shallow but steady. She looked... diminished somehow. Smaller."What happened?" I demanded, moving to Susan's side."A severe episode," Dr. Graham replied, her voice professionally detached. "Worse than previous ones.""Why? She was fine this morning.""These conditions can be unpredictable," she said, removing her gloves. "Stress, dietary changes, emotional upheaval—any number of factors could have triggered it."I studied Susan's face, noting the tear tracks on her cheeks, the blood ar

EvelynSeven o'clock. I stood outside the Alpha's private dining room, my palm pressed flat against the carved oak door. The dress I'd chosen was meant to be plain—a dark navy sheath that hung straight from my shoulders. But my body had other ideas. The fabric clung to curves I couldn't hide, the neckline dipping lower than intended. I'd tried three outfits before settling on this one, each worse than the last.My fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against the wood. Three quick knocks, then I pushed the door open before I could change my mind.The scent hit me first—sandalwood candles and fresh-cut lilies. Exactly the same as that night.I stopped in the doorway, unable to move. The table was set for three, white linen and silver cutlery catching the candlelight. A centerpiece of white roses and blue thistle—the same flowers that had adorned our mating announcement dinner five years ago.Every detail was identical. The crystal glasses arranged in perfect rows. The embroidered napkins fol