Semua Bab Luna To Alpha Ace: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The sound of footsteps in the hallway made my heart jump. I'd been pacing by the window for what felt like hours, watching the sky slowly lighten. Dawn was coming, and with it, Kayla's execution. But first... "Lily." Ace's voice was soft as he appeared in the doorway. "Marcus is back." My breath caught. "Emma?" "She's here. She's safe." The relief that washed over me was so intense I had to grip the windowsill for support. All this time, wondering if she was okay, if she was even alive... "Are you ready to meet her?" Ace asked, studying my face carefully. Was I ready? My heart was hammering against my ribs like a caged bird. This wasn't just any baby. This was James's daughter. The child of the man who'd hurt me, broken me, nearly destroyed me. But she was also an innocent little girl who'd been through hell. "Yes," I whispered. "I'm ready." Ace took my hand, his fingers warm and steady against mine. We walked down the hallway together, my bare feet silent on the

"The baby is more werewolf than human," Dr. Jake said, moving the ultrasound wand across my rounded belly. "That's why you're showing so much at four months." I stared at the screen, mesmerized by the tiny figure moving inside me. Strong kicks, active movements, already so much bigger than I'd expected. "Is that normal?" Ace asked, his hand finding mine on the examination table. "Completely normal for werewolf pregnancies," Dr. Jake assured us. "Werewolf babies grow faster, develop quicker. I'd estimate you'll give birth in about three months instead of the usual five." Three months. My free hand moved instinctively to my belly, feeling the firm roundness that had seemed to appear overnight. I looked like I was six months pregnant, not four. "Everything looks healthy," Dr. Jake continued, pointing to different parts of the screen. "Strong heartbeat, good movement, perfect positioning." The relief that washed over me was overwhelming. After everything we'd been through,

Two weeks. I kept staring at the calendar on my phone, counting and recounting the days. Two weeks until my due date, though Dr. Jake had warned me that werewolf babies rarely waited for their official arrival time. My belly was enormous now, stretched tight and heavy. Every movement took effort, and I'd officially reached the stage where getting comfortable was impossible. Standing hurt my back, sitting pressed against my ribs, and lying down made the baby kick my bladder. But somehow, despite the discomfort, I'd never been happier. I settled into the plush armchair in the sitting room, which Ace had bought specifically for these final weeks of pregnancy. With its wide arms and perfect back support, it was the only chair in the house that still felt comfortable. Emma was on the floor nearby, babbling to herself as she played with her favorite set of blocks. At ten months old, she was into everything, a tiny tornado of curiosity and determination. "Mama," she said clearly

"Dr. Jake!" My voice cracked as Lily's body went completely limp, her head falling back against the pillow. One moment she was smiling at our son, telling me Aiden was finally here, and the next she was unconscious. "What's happening?" I demanded as Dr. Jake immediately moved to Lily's side, his calm demeanor replaced by urgent concern. He was checking her pulse, her breathing, and lifting her eyelids to examine her pupils with a small flashlight. "Her blood pressure is dropping rapidly," he said to the nurses who'd rushed over. "And her heart rate is erratic." No. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when we'd just welcomed our son into the world. Not when everything was supposed to be perfect. "Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" I couldn't keep the panic out of my voice. "Aiden is fine," Dr. Jake assured me quickly. "This is something with Lily." He was drawing blood, barking orders at nurses, hooking Lily up to machines that started beeping in alarming patterns.

"Dr. Jake!" The panic in my voice echoed through the hospital room as Lily's body went limp again. Not again. Please, not again. This couldn't keep happening. We'd just celebrated Aiden's birth and watched Emma bond with her baby brother. Everything was supposed to be perfect now. Dr. Jake rushed in within seconds, followed by two nurses. The controlled chaos that had become too familiar began again – checking vitals, examining Lily, the worried expressions that made my heart race with terror. "What's wrong with her again?" I demanded, holding Aiden protectively while trying to stay close to Lily. "You said she was fine. You said the poison was gone." Helen quickly took Emma, who had started crying at the sudden commotion. Eva stood frozen by the window, her face pale with shock. "Let me examine her," Dr. Jake said calmly, though I could see the concern in his eyes. The minutes stretched like hours while he worked. Checking her pulse, her blood pressure, and looking at