All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EvelynMargaret staggered backward like I'd slapped her again. Her face went through a fascinating progression—confusion, then dawning horror, then fury. The crowd around us shifted uncomfortably, their heads turning between Margaret and me like they were watching some bizarre tennis match."What did you just say?" Margaret's voice came out strangled.I didn't repeat myself. There was no need. The words "Do you want your Luna to die?" hung in the air between us, heavy with implication. I stood there, calm as you please, watching her mind race through possibilities. Watching her try to figure out if I was bluffing.The thing about Margaret Hilton is that she's used to being the smartest person in any room. Used to controlling conversations, manipulating outcomes. But right now? Right now she looked like someone had just told her the sky was actually green and produced photographic evidence."You're bluffing," she snapped, but her voice had lost some of its earlier conviction. "You're j

EvelynThe question hung in the air between us. Both Alphas watched me, waiting for my decision. Robin's expression was carefully neutral, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. He wanted me safe, wanted me back in Wood Pack territory where he could protect me.Damon sat across from me, his jaw tight with barely controlled frustration. He needed me here—for Susan, for his political standing, for reasons he probably didn't fully understand himself.But my eyes kept drifting to the corner where Ava sat swinging her small legs, humming softly to herself. Dirt still smudged her torn dress from today's confrontation. The split on her lip had stopped bleeding, but the emotional damage would take longer to heal.My daughter. Right here in front of me, and she had no idea who I really was.Five years I'd spent planning this moment. Five years of careful preparation, identity changes, building new credentials. All so I could get close enough to take her back.But seeing her now—seeing h

SusanThe sound of Damon's footsteps in the hallway made my stomach clench. Heavy, deliberate steps that meant he was thinking about something. Hard.I arranged myself on the bed, pulling the silk sheet up to my chin and trying to look as fragile as possible. The performance had become second nature over the years, but tonight felt different. Tonight, I wasn't sure it would work.Because now he knew. About the genetic condition. About the fact that his supposed "rough treatment" hadn't caused my illness at all.Dr. Morrison had been so easy to manipulate three years ago. A young resident, fresh out of medical school, eager to please the Luna of Moon Pack. When I'd coached him on what to tell Damon about my condition, he'd gone along with every word."The internal trauma from repeated... incidents... has caused permanent damage to her reproductive organs," Morrison had explained to Damon with the gravity of a seasoned physician. "The scar tissue is affecting her hormonal balance, causi

EvelynThe hallway felt longer walking away from Susan's quarters. Each step took me further from the sick satisfaction of watching my sister squirm, but closer to the reality of what I'd just done. I'd essentially held a dying woman hostage with her own medication. Even for someone who'd destroyed my life, it felt... heavy.But not heavy enough to make me regret it.Now that I'd set Susan's priorities in place, everything was falling into line. Susan was stubborn, but she wasn't stupid. She understood the position she was in now. I had the entire pack in a chokehold, especially Damon. It had been almost too easy, really. All these years I'd been planning some elaborate revenge, and it turned out all I needed was medical knowledge and the right leverage.I'd initially wanted to hold out just a little while longer, allow things to play out while I planned exactly how I would get Ava out. But I couldn't do that if Ava didn't know who I was. Hell, Damon would never let it happen. All of

Evelyn"I smell?"The words came out before I could think them through. I watched Ava's face crumple, her small hands flying to cover her mouth like she'd just committed some terrible crime."No! No, I didn't mean—" She shook her head frantically, tears already gathering in those whiskey-colored eyes. "I would never say you're smelly, Dr. Graham! Never ever!"The panic in her voice made me feel like the worst person alive. Here I was, manipulating my own daughter to avoid an uncomfortable conversation. But what else could I say? Yes, sweetie, you smell arousal because your father had his hand down my underwear in a public hallway?"Do you think I'm smelly?" I pressed, hating myself even as the words left my mouth."No!" Ava's voice cracked, and now she was really struggling, words tumbling over each other in that frantic way children spoke when they thought they were in trouble. "I just meant—you smell different than usual, and it's like—like when Miss Hilda watches her movies and the