Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By The Alpha, Now Pregnant With His Baby: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

AlecBy the time the sun’s barely up, I’m already elbow-deep in managing what feels like the world’s longest to-do list. The unprovoked attack on one of our pack members a few days ago hasn’t just rattled everyone—it’s shaken my patience down to its foundation. There’s this relentless, insatiable need to get everything locked down and fortified so everyone knows they’re safe. So I know they’re safe.“Still with me, boss?” Quincey’s voice breaks through my thoughts as he steps in, holding a steaming mug of coffee in each hand. He hands one to me, eyebrows raised. “Because I don’t think that coffee machine has had a chance to cool in the last twelve hours.”I snort, taking a grateful gulp. “If we’re going to keep everyone safe, this can’t wait. I don’t care if I run on fumes.”Quincey sips his own coffee, leaning back against the edge of the desk. “Then you’re going to need all the caffeine this pack can muster. Last I checked, you’ve barely been out of the field in two days. Kai’s been

IsadoraThe lake is glowing with a soft, silver-blue sheen under the twilight, and the air is filled with the scent of pine and mossy earth. But let’s be real—my mind isn’t on the scenery. It’s on Alec, who’s holding my hand in that firm, familiar way, like he’s not letting go tonight, no matter what.We’ve discovered some paw prints near where our patrol unit was attacked, so we can breathe a little easier knowing it’s not demons this time. Rogue wolves, we can handle, so the tension has eased back just a bit, meaning we can finally take a moment to relax.“Picnics aren’t exactly your style, are they?” I tease Alec, giving the setup a once-over as we settle on the blanket he’s spread out by the water’s edge.It’s… cute, I’ll give him that, but there’s a distinct air of Alec’s classic approach—meaning he probably Googled “what to bring on a date picnic” about ten minutes before picking me up. A wine bottle and two mismatched glasses sit off-kilter on the edge of the blanket, looking d

Alec I’ve faced down demons, taken on rogue shifters, and kept three packs safe through all kinds of threats. Watching my wife, pale and queasy, wrapped in three blankets and looking miserable as she huddles over a bucket? I’m pretty sure this is a whole new level of terrifying. “Don’t look at me like that,” she grumbles, managing a faint glare even though she’s barely sitting up. “I’m fine, Alec. Really. It’s just a little bug.” “Right. That’s why you’ve already made three trips to the bathroom and can’t keep anything down? Because it’s alittlebug?” I try to look disapproving while I pass her another bottle of water. She takes it with a grimace, as if the idea of drinking anything else is almost worse than the sickness. “You act like I’m on my deathbed,” she mutters, hugging her abdomen with a wince. “If you’d just rest like a normal person, I wouldn’t have to act like this,” I say, trying not to let my worry show too much. But it’s hard not to when her face is flushed, her voic

Isadora“Is it really necessary for you two to hover like this?” I ask, trying to keep the exasperation out of my voice as I pull the blanket over my knees. Janelle and Lianne exchange a glance before leaning in closer, each armed with a water bottle and what appears to be enough soup to feed a small army.“Necessary? Definitely,” Janelle quips, plunking down on the bed beside me. “Alec’s orders were pretty clear—rest, hydrate, and don’t let you up for anything except to pee.”I groan, rubbing my temples. “Since when did Alec’s word become law?”Lianne raises a brow, settling onto the other side of the bed. “Since he’s practically your full-time caretaker now. I mean, honestly, Izzy, how are you not seeing it? The man’s completely wrapped around your little finger.”I let out a snort. “Oh, please. He’s just taking care of his wife. Any decent man would do that.”“Right.” Janelle’s grin widens. “And I’m sure that’s why he’s hovering over you like a mother hen, losing sleep and bossing

Alec The instant my phone blares with a new alert, my stomach drops. It’s the border alarm, triggered close to our house. Every worst-case scenario I can imagine rushes through my head at once. I’m already moving, not bothering to call for Quincey or Kai. They’re somewhere on patrol, but I’m not waiting. Not with the alert so close to the house—so close to her. My wolf is itching to take over, and this time, I don’t hold him back. A shudder runs through me as the shift starts, powerful and swift, bones stretching and reshaping. Fur prickles along my skin, thick and bristling in the chill air, and my senses ignite. The scents and sounds of the forest sharpen, wrapping around me like a pulse I can feel in my bones. The second I’m fully in form, I’m off, paws tearing through the underbrush with long, furious strides. The ground flies beneath me, scents whirling—earth, moss, the faintest trace of smoke from the edge of the property. Every nerve is firing, focused on one thing: get to