The Forbidden Second Marriage. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Drake’s fist curled so tight his knuckles cracked and his eyes were hard to read.But Elena stood her ground.“Can you tell me how Gerald found out about my pregnancy?”Drake wanted to growl but he forced it down, “I saw it on Gerald's phone. Someone in your lab group chat said to take care of you,” his words was low and heavy.The answer cut through Elena. She didn’t need more proof. Aria had seen the test stick, she had thrown away and relate it to others.Elena’s hand tightened around the coat wrapped around her body. She forced a small nod.“Thank you.”She pulled her coat tighter, burying her scent, and turned away. Drake didn’t move. Guilt pressed down on him. The knowledge of her pregnancy clawed at his chest. For once, anger didn’t flare. He stood and watched her retreating figure disappear into the night.Elena reached the front door of the dormitory building. As she pushed it open, warm air met her, and with it, she heard Aria's voice.“Elena!”Aria was holding two packs of

Within the hospital ward.Gerald and Drake sat close, their voices low, but the tension in the air felt sharp “Cousin,” Gerald whispered, his tone filled with disbelief, “is the pup in Elena’s belly… really your bastard child?”Drake’s voice came out clipped, yet heavy with a secret he couldn’t shake.“What bastard child! That pup was conceived before the divorce.”Gerald's head snapped up, “Divorce?! Don’t twist words. That child was conceived only two moons ago, when you were still mated. Then you went down on one knee and proposed to your new woman. Cousin… you’re truly despicable!”Drake’s gaze flickered toward Elena, who lay pale and unmoving on the hospital bed. His frustration boiled over, and he turned his glare on Gerald, eyes burning.“I cannot explain this to you!”The silence cracked when a vibration came from his pocket. Drake snatched out his phone, casting another glance at Elena. His legs carried him out of the ward.He pressed the phone to his ear, his voice rough. “

Once the call was cut, Drake exhaled a furious growl and sent his boot crashing into the column, the echo shaking the silence of the hallway.When Jamil fell from that damned building, Drake was out across the city. He had not even scented the danger until it was too late.The pup Elena carried in her belly was still an unsolved matter, and now Lucian had gone and dragged more mistakes into the mess.Drake sank onto the cold bench in the corridor, scrolling through the hot topics flashing across the web on his phone. Elena must never know. Not about Leo. Not about the bond between Jamil’s death and his own shadow. If Lyra whispered the wrong word, if Jamil’s name was tied to his, Elena would tear free from him forever.The thought made his gut twist. If Elena linked every death to him, if she came to hate him, then she would not only cast him aside but would despise Cassandra too.The only way was silence. Cut the whispers before they reached her ears.Drake’s phone buzzed in his pal

“No! We cannot be together! The pack, the outsiders… they see us as blood kin. What meaning would it hold to take vows when the whispers of kin-bond follow us? And this child… do you truly want our pup to grow beneath the gaze of suspicion?” Elena responded immediately . Her words shook with raw fear, but before Dolphus could answer, Elena’s voice broke again. “Or will you howl it to the whole pack, that you and I share no blood? Will you bear my birth mother’s truth before them all? If her name is dragged through the dirt, if Farrington's bloodline is questioned, what then? How will my grandfather survive the shame? No, Jack, I cannot.” The Farrington family was strong and proud. Lately, other packs in the city whispered, wondering why the Farringtons were given more respect than the Hamiltons, even though the Hamiltons held the title of Beta in Crescent Moon Pack. The answer was found in the past. Many years ago, the Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack died without a son to take his pl

Marcus’s eyes narrowed, his instincts catching every twitch of Drake’s trembling form.“So, you’ve remembered the past?” His voice carried the cold weight of truth.Drake’s gaze dropped, his face pale below the hospital light. The garment clung carelessly to his body, making him appear more fragile than he had ever admitted.Drake had broken Elena, piece by piece. Her foster mother’s death had claw marks that traced back to him. And now, with Lucian —the beast who slaughtered Jamil set to leave the country.Did this moment of weakness in Drake mean regret? Or was it only the shallow sting of memory, nothing more?Drake swallowed hard, his lips tightening. “No… It’s just a fragment,” he muttered, his eyes avoiding Marcus’s piercing glare.Marcus’s brow creased. “So, you collapsed… because of this memory?” His tone carried a pointed challenge, demanding that Drake to reject it if he dared.Drake gave a slow, grim nod. “Mm…”Marcus stepped closer, “and what will you do now? Pretend nothi