All Chapters of The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ARYA I stared at the double pink lines on the pregnancy test strip in my hand, swallowing hard. This was real. I was truly carrying Daxton's child. Maya had insisted that I take a pregnancy test just to be sure, and now that the result was positive, I was filled with nerves. Slowly slipping the strip in a plastic bag, I placed it on the sink and let out a shaky breath. I brought a hand to my stomach, a wave of intense emotions washing over me. I was carrying a mini version of Daxton and me. Holy shit. Now, I needed to figure out how to tell him without overwhelming him. He already had so much on his plate, I couldn't help but worry about him. "What does it say?" I heard Maya's voice from inside the room. I stepped out gingerly, and she took one look at my face. Then her jaw dropped. "You're really pregnant," she breathed, hurrying over to pull me into her embrace. "You're going to be such an amazing mother, Arya," she whispered, and I beamed through my tears. "You t

ARYA The apothecary bell chimed overhead as I stepped out into the soft haze of the late morning light, the paper bag of painkillers clutched tightly in my hand. The scent of crushed sage and rosemary clung to my clothes. The smell was soothing. It had been two days since Tyrone showed up at the door, bloody. And while his reports were enough to stir up a storm, Daxton's condition wasn't getting any better. He had barely made it through last night. His breathing had turned shallow sometime before dawn, and for a terrifying hour, I thought he might seize from the pain. Ordinary painkillers no longer worked on him. Therefore, I was forced to go and grab some magic ingrained painkillers made from natural spices. I wished there was a way to reschedule Daxton's appointment with Darren. But that jerk insisted that his schedule was packed. I was heading down the sidewalk when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Fancy seeing you here, Arya." I froze mid-step. Then I turned slowly, anno

DAXTON That bastard's scent still clung to her skin, stirring up the rage flaring in my chest. Gods, it felt as though I was silently choking. "You lied to me," I bit out, my stomach churning with revulsion at the memory of the photo that had just been sent to me. A part of me had known that she would go behind my back to the event, I just didn't know why. Therefore, I had her followed. And I hated that my fear was confirmed the instant the photo was sent to me. Adam gazing at my woman while she stood too closely...too intimately with that bastard. Fuck. Arya was frozen before me. Did she really think she could get away with going behind my back? Swallowing hard, she reached for me. My body recoiled instantly on instinct. "I begged you," my voice cracked. And it hurt that after I'd desperately begged her and clutched at her wrist, telling her not to go, she'd ignored my pleas. And the worst part? She had kissed me when she said it and she'd whispered a promise she di

ARYA I couldn't bring myself to tell Daxton about Anessa because I needed him to focus on surviving. By the time I slipped out of bed the next morning and made it into the kitchen, Tyrone was already there. He was perched on the armchair, closely watching Daxton. His cornrows looked new today, their bold lines gleaming under the light, but his blue eyes were dim. He didn't speak at first, but when I offered him a tired smile, he gave me a nod. "I'll sit with him," he'd murmured. "He shouldn't wake up alone." There was another knock on the door several minutes later. I opened it to find Lucien standing there with a basket of fruits. Hadrin stood just behind him. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his coat, his eyes drifting nervously past my shoulder. "Morning," Lucien greeted. "How is he?" "Alive," I said. "That's about the only update I've got." Lucien stepped in, and Hadrin followed. The moment they walked in, the atmosphere shifted. It became lighter. Dax

TYRONE I couldn't breathe. The moment the seal locked into place, I felt everyone's emotions like a punch to the chest. Arya's heartbreak. Soren's anger. Lucien's guilt. Mason's rage. Even Hadrin's grief, twisted and trembling beneath his shame. It crashed over me like a wave, one after another, and I staggered back, gripping the wall for support. The room was silent, but my head was screaming with everything they wouldn't say. "He's gone." No one spoke it aloud, but I felt the thought echo through each of them. And the worst part? Daxton was still alive, but he was painfully empty. I wiped at my eyes, hating how soaked my sleeves had become. I was supposed to be the strong one. The calm one. The one who made sure no one else buckled under the weight. But today...today I was crumbling right along with them. Arya sat on the bed, her arms around Daxton's still body, rocking slightly like she could will him back with sheer love. And for a second, I thought s