Semua Bab Pregnant For The Enemy Alpha : Bab 71 - Bab 80

CardanThe drive down to Stunt Ville was long, but my mind kept it shorter. When I finally pulled up, the air itself felt different. The land bore the stench of decay and blood.I stepped out of the car, boots crunching on gravel, and the silence that greeted me wasn’t comforting. It was the silence of predators, the quiet before a strike.The rogues had carved this wasteland for themselves, a place where law and reason had long since died. Many of them, once men, had already surrendered their minds to the beast. After the first full moon, their humanity decayed, burned away until all that remained was fur, teeth, and instinct.Cassius emerged from the haze of smoke and shadow, his expression grim, his eyes hard in a way that told me I wasn’t going to like what I was about to see. He gave me a curt nod, stepping close enough to lower his voice.“You came fast,” he said, though there was no relief in his tone. “Good. You need to see this for yourself.”Without another word, he turned, a

ScarlettThe first thing I felt when I woke was something warm. It was not the kind of warmth from the blankets or the sunshine through the window. This was different. It was dolid, alive, pressed close enough that my skin tingled from it.For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming a vivid dream. But when my lashes fluttered apart, I was met with the rise and fall of a bare chest right beside me.My breathing halted. He was still here?My mind strugglef to piece it together that information. Every other time we had shared a bed, for whatever reason, I had woken alone, with almost no trace of him but his scent clinging faintly. He had always vanished before morning, like he wanted to erase any evidence of what we had shared.The sight of him lying here holding me to himself was simply… disarming. His face, was softer in sleep. His lashes brushed against his cheeks, longer than I haf ever noticed. His lips, usually curled in some taunt or smirk, rested parted just slightly as he breat

Scarlett“UGH. WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?” I dug through the laundry basket at the base of the dryer, searching for the clothes I wore moments before our morning adventure. Like before, all my clothes were gone without trace. The blue shirt I had worn was something I didn't want replaced. I had managed to find it from the last time my clothes had been swiped off. It wasn’t under five towels or his impressive collection of folded socks that all had a pair. What a perfectionist.Abandoning that basket for the one next to the washing machine, I searched but came back empty-handed. It wasn’t on one of the many empty hangers in his closet either. The only other place they could be was the dryer itself. Wearing absolutely nothing but my own skin and hair, I knelt in front of the machine and began digging. “What are you doing?” “Shit.” I jumped at Cardan's voice, clutching my heart. “You scared me.” “Sorry.” I rolled my eyes and kept digging, I was irritated at him for practically steal

Scarlett The newcomer froze in the doorway when he saw me.For a moment, his gaze locked with mine. Those eyes, familiar in a way that made my breath seize, stared at me with something I dared not to interpret. Shock. Guilt. Recognition. And then all of it was gone in a blink. He looked straight past me as if I wasn’t even there. Like I was a ghost.“Alpha,” he said smoothly, like the sight of me hadn’t rattled him at all. “It’s been too long.”My throat tightened. My palms immediately became sweaty and my throat clogged up with a cry of sorrow, anguish, unbelief and betrayal. My knees threatened to give out under me as my brain scrambled, refusing to accept what my eyes already knew.What was Caleb doing here? The man who lived in my nightmares. The man who was the cause of my nightmares. He was right here in the land of Lycans in the flesh. My eyes could only see red as I stared at the silhouette of him. The man I desperately do react of killing a thousand times. Caleb!The name

ScarlettMy lungs seemed to have forgotten how to work and every muscle in my body was strung so tightly it felt like the smallest touch could shatter me into pieces.From the far side of the hall, heels clicked against the polished floor. The nearing sound was my undoing. The crowd parted for her like she was the goddess they had been waiting to worship.She climbed the stage with grace so practiced it made bile sting the back of my throat. Draped in flowing silk, the gown hugged her figure like it had been made for her alone. Purple. Of course it was purple.Her favourite colour. The same colour she had claimed was made for queens. For women who carried themselves with power. To think she had been Caleb's mate and queen while she pretended to be my best friend and watch me fall in love with him.It had all been a plot for me Pack's downfall.“Thank you,” Her voice sounded steady as she spoke into the mic. “Your welcome humbles me.”The words rolled off her tongue with ease, laced wi