All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DamonThe shove caught me across the chest, not hard enough to do real damage but sufficient to send a clear message. I steadied myself, noting how Robin's stance had shifted into something more predatory than I'd seen from him in years. The diplomatic mask had slipped entirely.My chest ached where he'd made contact, but more than that, something about his presence felt different. Dangerous in a way that made my wolf want to either submit or fight. I chose neither, straightening my shoulders and meeting his eyes directly."Why the fuck did you arrest my healer?"The words carried across Susan's room with enough venom to make me pause. In all our years of territorial negotiations and pack politics, I'd never heard Robin use that tone. Never seen him this barely controlled.I brushed at my shirt, more to buy myself thinking time than from any real need to straighten my clothes. When I looked up, I kept my voice level. "You can't ask me that question."The response felt automatic, the k

EvelynThe fluorescent lights buzzed overhead with that particular frequency that made my teeth ache. This wasn't really a cell—more like an interrogation room designed to look less intimidating than it actually was. Cole had called it a holding area when he'd walked me here, his voice carefully neutral.No handcuffs. That had surprised me. Cole had simply gestured to the metal chair and said, "Stay put." Like I was a cooperative witness instead of someone accused of assault.Not that I could escape anyway. The door looked sturdy enough to stop a charging wolf, and the walls were solid concrete painted an institutional beige that probably hadn't been updated since the pack house was built. But even if I could break out, even if I could somehow get past whatever guards were stationed outside, I couldn't leave. Not with Ava still here.If I broke out of this room, my first instinct would be to head straight for Ava's quarters, grab her, and run. But that would make me a kidnapper in the

ColeI stared at the empty holding cell, running through every security protocol I'd installed over the past five years. No one had ever escaped this room. Not even an Alpha. I'd built the damn thing myself, reinforced the walls with steel plating, installed a locking mechanism that only responded to my keycard. Even Damon couldn't open it without me.The door frame showed no damage. No scratches around the lock. No bent metal or broken hinges. Clean exit. Professional.Shit."She broke out," Damon stated flatly, turning to face Robin. "Your healer assaulted my aunt, got arrested, and then escaped custody. How exactly do you defend that?"Robin's face hardened, his jaw setting. "There has to be a reason. Dr. Graham wouldn't just—""Wouldn't just what?" Damon cut him off, his voice rising. "Wouldn't assault an elder pack member? Because I watched her stab Margaret in the neck."I could smell the anger rolling off both of them. That sharp, bitter scent that warned of violence coming. So

Author's Note: In the previous chapter, Robin's ultimatum was stated as 24 hours. This was an error - the correct timeframe is 48 hours.SusanI wheeled myself through the pack house corridors on the second night, the sound of my chair's wheels echoing against the stone floors. The chaos from Robin's ultimatum still buzzed in my ears. Forty-eight hours. The countdown had already begun, and somewhere in the building, Damon was mobilizing search teams that would never find what they were looking for.Pack members I passed gave me sympathetic looks, probably thinking I was struggling with the stress of the diplomatic crisis. If only they knew how satisfied I actually felt. Everything was falling into place exactly as it should.The corridors near Ava's quarters were quieter, removed from the main areas where the search coordination was taking place. I could hear faint sounds of activity from the direction of Damon's office, but here it was peaceful. Almost normal.I knocked softly on the

SusanI stared at Hilda in complete shock, the words "She's dead" echoing in my mind over and over. This wasn't what I'd planned. This wasn't what I'd wanted. The room felt too small suddenly, the air too thin."What?" My voice came out as a whisper, barely audible even to myself."Dr. Graham. She's dead," Hilda repeated, her voice steady but her eyes showing distress. She stood perfectly still, hands clasped in front of her like she was delivering a routine report."How?" My panic began to build, starting as a flutter in my chest and spreading outward through my body. "What happened? I didn't tell you to—""You signaled for me to handle the situation," Hilda said carefully, choosing each word with extreme caution. "During the capture, things got... rough. I handled her too roughly."My mind raced through the implications, each thought hitting me hard. No Dr. Graham meant no treatment. No treatment meant death. My mother couldn't help me - not with the way she'd been acting lately, th