All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Rejected my Divine Pregnancy : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lila’s POV"Hey." He tilted my chin up gently when he saw my expression shift, his thumb brushing along my jaw. "Breathe. Whatever it is, we'll face it together now.""Just tell me," I said, bracing myself."Ironclaw fell," he said quietly. "An entire pack, one of the strongest in the western territories. Gone in a single night."The words hit me harder than I expected, grief rising sharp and unexpected for people I'd never met, for an entire pack reduced to nothing in a matter of hours. "That's horrible. How many survived?""Few. A handful of soldiers managed to escape with a letter from their Alpha before he died." His jaw tightened. "It confirmed everything you said in the council chamber. He wrote that pride cost them everything, that if any pack still stood, they needed to unite."I let that settle for a moment, the weight of it pressing against my chest alongside the grief. "Then we need to move faster. Increase training, obviously, but we should also be tracking his movements m

Lila’s POV "An announcement," Joan repeated, practically vibrating where she stood, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. "Lila, this is wonderful. When? Where? I need to start planning immediately, there's so much to arrange.""Soon," I said, laughing at her enthusiasm despite myself. "Nothing too elaborate. We're keeping it simple until after the war.""Simple," she scoffed, waving a hand like the word offended her. "There's no such thing as a simple mate announcement for an Alpha King. I'll need to speak with the kitchens, the seamstresses, the—""Joan.""Fine, fine." She smiled, unbothered by my interruption. "But you'll let me help, won't you?""Of course."Marcus stood near the window, arms crossed, a small but genuine smile on his face. "I'm glad for you," he said. "Dante's a good man. Different from what I expected when we first arrived here, but good.""Thank you," I said, warmth spreading through my chest at his approval."Have you told the twins yet?" he asked.

Lila’s POV Dante stepped through the door first, and I was moving before my mind fully caught up, crossing the space between us in a rush, my hands gripping his shirt like I needed proof he was solid and real."Are they…""They're awake," he said quickly, before I could spiral further. "They're going to be fine, Lila."The relief that hit me nearly buckled my knees, and he steadied me with both hands, his thumbs brushing gently along my arms until I managed to draw a full breath again."I need to see them.""You will. Come."He guided me inside, and the physician met us just past the doorway, a folder of notes tucked under his arm, his expression calmer now than the urgency I'd seen carry him out of my room hours before."They're stable," he said. "Their symptoms match something we occasionally see in young supernaturals kept confined for extended periods, particularly ones with powers as volatile as theirs. Their bodies were reacting to suppressed energy, essentially building pressu

Lila’s POV They gathered along the ridge overlooking our approach, more of them than I'd braced myself for, shadows shifting restlessly across a field already darkened by the setting sun. The Eclipse King stood at their center, his form flickering between shadow and something almost solid, and his voice carried easily across the distance between us."A celebration," he said, amusement dripping from every word. "How touching. You gathered your little alliance to hide behind each other instead of facing me alone. Cowards, all of you.""We came to end you," Dante said, his voice level and unbothered, none of the provocation landing the way I suspected the Eclipse King intended. "Whether you call that cowardice or strategy makes no difference to how this ends."Ready? Eryndra asked, already burning hot beneath my skin, eager for what was coming."Ready," I answered silently, feeling her strength surge through me in response."You should have stayed hidden," the Eclipse King called out, h

Ari’s POV I walked slowly through the palace corridors, my fingers trailing along the cool stone walls the way I always did on this particular morning every year. Fifteen years. It didn't feel real, saying that number out loud, though I'd said it to myself every anniversary since I was old enough to understand what it meant.The morning light spilled through the tall windows, catching dust motes drifting lazily through the air, and I paused at the window overlooking the eastern gardens, where the statue stood.My parents, carved in stone, stood together overlooking the pack lands, hands joined between them the way they'd been joined in their final moments, or so the stories always told it. I'd heard the tale so many times growing up that I could recite it in my sleep, the war, the sacrifice, the vow that death hadn't truly ended them."Fifteen years," I murmured to the statue, the same greeting I gave it every year. "I still miss you both. Even though I barely remember your faces wit