Semua Bab Sleeping with the Alpha Who Despised Me: Bab 51 - Bab 60

River POV His mouth parted in horror, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that despite all that, he still chose her over me. That he threw me out like trash, like I didn’t matter, like I never mattered!” My voice cracked on the last word, and I could feel the tears welling up, burning behind my eyes.“I’m sorry that no matter how hard I try, I can never be good enough for anyone… or anything!”My knees buckled.I crumbled to the ground, sobbing, my chest heaving violently as if the pain was trying to claw its way out of me. My arms wrapped around my stomach instinctively—protectively—and I bent over, my forehead nearly touching the cold earth as I cried.It felt like my heart was being cut from the inside out. Like the very core of me was breaking into a million bloody, screaming pieces.We were hurting—my wolf and I.The ache of being rejected, of being unloved by the one person the goddess destined for you—it was a pain no words could truly explain. It was crue

River POV“I can’t ride on your back,” I said, my voice soft but firm.He didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch.The great black wolf just stayed there—still and waiting, his head lowered, back steady, silent in a way that said more than words ever could.I stood frozen for a while, my arms folded as my thoughts swirled. This felt… too much. Too personal. Too intimate. And yet… he was offering. Willingly.Not because of duty. Not because of pressure.Because I mattered to him.With a sigh of surrender, I slowly walked forward, gently slid my hand along his thick fur, and climbed onto his back, settling awkwardly at first. He was surprisingly warm, his steady body solid beneath me. The moment I was secure, he rose with ease, careful not to jostle me.We moved through the forest, his paws barely making a sound as he carried me between towering trees and rustling underbrush. The wind danced softly through the leaves above, casting dappled patterns of sunlight along the forest floor. Despite mys

River POV When we pulled up in front of the restaurant, a large sign carved into a rustic wood read: Under the Sea.As soon as we stepped inside, I understood the name. The entire place looked like it had been plucked straight from the ocean floor. The ceiling was painted a deep, twilight blue with moving projections of waves dancing across it. Jellyfish-shaped lanterns hung above every table, softly glowing with shifting hues of teal and lavender. Glass tanks filled with vibrant fish lined the walls, and seaweed-like drapes framed the windows. The air carried a faint, salty scent mixed with sizzling butter and lemon—undeniably seafood heaven.It was beautiful. Dreamy, even.We spotted Hailey’s friends as soon as we stepped inside. They were at a corner booth, waving us over with bright smiles. I quickly forced a pleasant expression on my face, trying not to let the tension in my shoulders show.“Hey, River!” the twins chorused as they pulled me into a warm hug—first Brandon, then Fel

– Jay (POV) My car pulled to a smooth stop in front of the pack house. I killed the engine and sat there for a moment, staring down at the gift bag on the passenger seat. It wasn’t anything over the top—just a soft, pastel-colored blanket I saw at a boutique earlier that day. It looked like something River would love. And maybe... maybe something her baby could grow up with.I reached over and picked up the bag, stepping out of the car with a nervous energy buzzing beneath my skin. I wasn’t sure why I felt like this. I’d been around River plenty of times before, but yet I still felt nervous. Maybe it was because I knew she wasn’t mine to have. She never had been, not in that way.Still, I wanted her to know that I cared.The front door creaked open as I stepped inside. I climbed the stairs quickly, taking two at a time until I was standing in front of her door. I knocked lightly, then a little louder.No answer.“River?” I called.Nothing.I tried the doorknob, but it was locked. I s

River’s POVThe baby section smelled like powder, plastic and something strangely nostalgic– i couldn't quite place my hands on it. I didn't know whether it was the shelves lined with soft toys or the pastel flood of colors everywhere, but the moment we stepped into the isle, my chest tightened in the best way possible.Jay stood beside me, pushing the cart with one hand and sipping iced coffee with the other, acting way too casual for someone whose arms were already full of baby clothes. He’d insisted on helping me push the cart and hold the baby clothes I’d picked out. “You shouldn't be lifting anything heavier than a cloud,” he’d said, throwing me a lopsided grin I was used to– grown to love, but yet I pretended not to like.“So,” I said, eyeing the wall of onesies in front of us. “Team blue, team red, or team yellow?”He smirked. “That depends. Are we shopping by gender or mood?”I snorted. “Mood? What kind of mood is this?” I held up a banana–yellow onesie with a sleepy bear stitc