All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Rejected my Divine Pregnancy : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dante’s POV The hall was loud with laughter and the clink of goblets, and I let it wash over me the way I always did at these gatherings, present but somewhere else at the same time. The wine was good, my wine, and the food kept coming out of the kitchens like it never ran out, roasted meats and bread still warm enough to steam when it was torn open. Everyone was in good spirits. I should have been too.Instead my eyes kept finding her.Lila sat further down the table, bent low over her son, trying to coax a spoon between his lips. Ash turned his head away from her every time, small fists pressed to his mouth, and I watched her patience fray at the edges even as she kept her voice soft for him. She didn't know I was watching. Or maybe she did and simply didn't care.I told myself it meant nothing, the way my attention kept drifting to her end of the table. I pushed the thought down the way I pushed down most things that made me uncomfortable, but it kept climbing back up, stubborn as

Lila’s POV The panic hit me before I even finished checking under the bed, useless as that was, like a toddler could fold themselves into a space that small. I checked the wardrobe next, then behind the curtains, my hands shaking so hard I could barely pull the fabric aside."Ash," I called, my voice cracking on his name. "Ari."Nothing. Only silence answering me back.I ran back to Ash's room and tore through it again, as if I might have missed them the first time, as if two children could hide themselves so well that a mother's eyes would slide right past them. My chest felt too tight to draw a full breath. I didn't even register that I'd left my room barefoot until the cold stone bit into my feet in the hallway.

Dante’s POV I didn't know why I pulled her into my arms. I only knew that the moment her voice cracked on that last word, something in me refused to stay still any longer. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and insistent, pushing me toward her before my mind had finished deciding whether it was wise. She stiffened against me at first, and I almost let her go, almost told myself I'd overstepped and stepped back before I made it worse. But then her shoulders dropped, just slightly, and she didn't pull away. I could have said something easier. I could have told her Marcus meant no harm, that her children were never truly in danger, smoothed it over with whatever words might calm her fastest. It would have been simple enough to lie. I didn't. "You're allowed to be afraid," I said instead, my voice quieter than I meant it to be. "But don't let that fear run ahead of you every time something feels uncertain. Not everyone who reaches for your children means them harm." She didn

Lila’s POV "Impressive," I said, stepping out from beneath the walkway despite the rain. "I didn't expect the great Alpha Dante to have a temper he needed to work out on training dummies at this hour."He wiped rain from his face with the back of his hand, chest still rising and falling from the exertion. "Everyone has something they need to work through. This happens to be mine."I tried not to notice the way his shirt clung to him, soaked through and outlining muscle I had no business paying attention to, or how the rain ran down the line of his jaw like it had somewhere better to be than dripping off him. I failed, mostly."You could've just talked about it," I said, forcing my eyes to his face instead. "Might have been less destructive than cutting a training dummy clean in half.""Talking has never solved anything as effectively as a good blade." He tossed it aside, letting it clatter against the ground near the rack. "Though I suppose you'd know something about needing an outl

Lila’s POV "I am going on a date," I told Joan, "with Dante. Tonight." She dropped the cup she was holding. It didn't shatter, thankfully, just bounced against the rug and rolled toward the wall while Joan stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "Tonight? With the Alpha? And you're telling me this now, only hours before?" "It only just happened," I said, though the defense sounded weak even to my own ears. "Lila." She grabbed both my hands, entirely too invested for someone who hadn't been asked. "What are you wearing?" "I don't know, that's rather the problem." Joan launched into motion so fast I barely registered her crossing the room, already pulling open my wardrobe and shoving hangers aside with a kind of desperate urgency, muttering under her breath about fabric and color and how none of what I owned would possibly do. "You should have told me the moment it happened," she scolded, not even looking at me as she spoke. "I could have started preparing. Do you know how l