All Chapters of Shadows of a Journalist: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The night air was thick and oppressive as sweat clung to Lena’s skin, her body burning with a fierce heat that refused to abate. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, and the pain tightening her belly sent wave after relentless wave crashing through her. She knew without doubt—her water had broken. Labor had begun.With trembling hands, Lena reached for the small bell at her bedside and rang it urgently.The sound echoed softly through the Dusk Hunters sanctuary until, swiftly, Luna Iris appeared - a calm and steady presence in the chaos.“Iris,” Lena gasped, clutching the bedpost, “It’s time. The baby’s coming.”Iris knelt beside her, her eyes gentle but focused. “You’re strong, Lena. I’ve helped many women here give birth. We’ll get through this together.”“I’ll get Travis,” Iris said, rising swiftly.Moments later, Travis burst into the chamber, his face etched with concern but eyes shining with fierce determination.“I’m here,” he breathed, taking Lena’s clammy hand in his warm g

Dawn's soft light filtered gently through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the room. Lena stirred, her eyes fluttering open, the haze of sleep mingling with confusion. The sterile smell of the pack hospital was unfamiliar, and for a brief moment, she struggled to remember where she was and what had transpired.Slowly, clarity crept in. The memory of labor - the excruciating pain, the overwhelming exhaustion, the cries - washed over her. Her body still ached with the aftermath of birth, but beneath it all lay a precious secret: new life.Travis was at her side instantly, his strong hand reaching for hers. His face held a mix of relief, love, and a shadow of worry that he struggled to hide.“You’re awake,” he whispered, voice steady but thick with emotion, kissing her on her forehead.Lena blinked, eyes searching his face. “What... what happened?”Travis’s gaze softened but was resolute. “You gave birth to a healthy baby boy. We named him Logan Black."The words floated between the

The next day at the safehouse, once a place of brutal captivity but faint hope, now harbored a darkness far deeper—an abyss carved into its lowest, most hidden stones. Travis’s decision to relocate Jeremy was not made lightly. The alpha knew that the basement’s shallow confines could no longer contain the growing threat. Jeremy’s presence was poison seeping into their fragile peace, a restless shadow clawing at the edges of everything Travis held sacred.With grim resolve, Travis commanded Jeremy’s transfer to the dungeon deep beneath the sanctuary. Here, thick stone walls encased silence, cold and oppressive, built to strip away power and presence alike. The air was stale but unyielding - a tomb forged from the need to contain a force that could unravel them all.Jeremy’s fury ignited like wildfire the moment the heavy iron door clanged shut behind him. Chains gave way to walls, but the loss of physical restraints did nothing to quell the storm raging within. His growls and curses ric

The council chamber remained heavy with silence after Jasper’s powerful vow to bring Sarah home. The elders exchanged measured glances before the sharp-eyed elder spoke again, her voice cautious but firm.“Sarah was given sacred herbs and rituals to ease the pain of her past—to help her forget what hunted her soul. She belongs here now, protected, away from the darkness left behind.”Jasper’s heart sank, but he nodded, understanding the fragile balance the Deep-Water Pack sought to maintain.“We will allow you to stay,” the elder continued, “but not to take her. Instead, you will train as a warrior among us. Perhaps through your presence, Sarah may find pieces of herself once lost.”Jasper accepted, his resolve tempered but unbroken. Days blurred into weeks as he immersed himself in rigorous training—through grueling drills and harsh lessons, he honed his body and spirit to match the fierce beauty of the Deep-Water Pack’s warriors.Yet, even in the fires of battle preparation, his eyes

The soft glow of dawn had long faded, replaced by the deep velvet of night as Jasper and Sarah lay entwined beneath a canopy of faded sheets. Their bodies were still warm from the night’s fierce tenderness, but now a gentle calm wrapped around them, a quiet comfort born from fragile hope and rediscovered love.In the tender stillness, Sarah rested her head on Jasper’s broad chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—a steady drum anchoring her to the present. His strong arms circled around her, holding her close as if to shield her not only from the darkness outside but from the shadows still lurking within.Jasper’s breath was slow and even, but as the hours stretched onward, a flicker of restlessness stirred within him. His eyes fluttered open into the quiet room, stars twinkling faintly through the window. For a few moments, he lay still, the weight of all he had discovered settling deep in his chest.Careful not to disturb Sarah’s peaceful slumber, he gently untangled h