Semua Bab The Alpha's Forgotten Mate: Bab 181 - Bab 189

Aeliana’s POVI wake to voices outside the recovery room; they are low, urgent, and edged with something close to awe. I can feel Caelan through our mindlink; he is nearby, like a steady wall of controlled irritation and protectiveness. He’s standing guard again, even though he’s the one who fought for hours without rest.The door opens and Aldric steps in, scarred face softer than usual, almost reverent.“Forgive the interruption, Luna. But we have… a situation.”I push myself up on my elbows. My body still feels like wet sandbags, but the dizziness is less vicious than yesterday. “What kind?”“The Silverwood loyalists have arrived.” He pauses, letting that land. “All of them.”My brain stalls. “All of them?”“Every pack, every family, every scattered clan that kept the old oaths. Over three hundred wolves so far. More coming by the hour. They heard the king and queen were found. They heard you’re alive. They heard you’re carrying the next Silverwood heir.” Aldric’s voice roughens wi

Aeliana’s POVI shove Caelan backward onto the mattress. He lands with a controlled exhale, his amber eyes already molten, his pupils swallowing the iris. His hands remain open at his sides in a deliberate surrender, giving me the reins even though we both know he could flip us in one heartbeat if he wanted.I straddle his hips, my knees sinking deep into the sheets. The oversized sleep shirt I stole from him last night rides up my thighs; I don’t bother tugging it down. I let him see the subtle changes pregnancy has already carved into me: my breasts are fuller and heavier, my nipples are peaked and dark against pale skin, and there’s a faint, gentle swell low in my belly that wasn’t there a few weeks ago.“You’re sure?” His voice is gravel dragged over velvet. His broad palm settles on my hip, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just above the waistband of my borrowed sleep shorts. “Jolene said...”“Jolene said no Entity work and no combat stress.” I lean down until my lips blow w

Caelan's POVThe convoy returning home was unlike anything I'd ever coordinated. Two hundred Silverwood loyalists, my pack members who'd fought in the battle, the King and Queen of Silverwood, various allied wolves who'd stayed to help, and one very pregnant, very hungry Luna who kept demanding stops for food."We've been traveling for two hours," I said as Aeliana requested the third rest stop. "We're not even halfway home yet.""The baby is hungry," she said, not even apologetic. "And when the baby is hungry, everyone suffers. Trust me, you want me fed and content, not starving and irritable."She had a point. I'd witnessed firsthand what happened when Aeliana's pregnancy hunger wasn't satisfied—she became snappish, unfocused, and genuinely distressed. It was easier to stop every hour and let her eat than to deal with the consequences."Fine. Everyone, we're taking another break. Fifteen minutes."The convoy pulled over, wolves stretching their legs and taking the opportunity to shi

Aeliana's POVAt twelve weeks pregnant, my body finally started showing visible changes beyond the constant hunger and exhaustion.My stomach, which had remained stubbornly flat despite the baby's growth, developed a small but definite curve. Not obvious to strangers, but unmistakable to anyone who knew me well."You're showing," Jolene observed during my weekly check-up. "Finally. I was starting to worry the baby was somehow growing without physical manifestation.""Is that normal?" I asked, running my hand over the small bump. "To not show until twelve weeks?""For most werewolf pregnancies, showing starts around eight to ten weeks. But your case is unusual; the baby has been consuming so much energy that your body wasn't storing anything for visible growth. Now that the pregnancy is more established, your body is finally allowing physical changes." Jolene's magical scan hummed over my abdomen. "The baby is developing beautifully. Strong heartbeat, excellent growth rate, and the mag

Aeliana's POV My mother's hand found mine. I can see her mixture of relief and disappointment, relief that the traitors were dead, disappointment that they'd never face justice for their crimes. "So they're both gone," I said quietly. "The people who destroyed Silverwood, and caused us twenty years of torture...they're dead." "At the Council's hands, not ours," my father said bitterly. "They don't even have to answer for what they did." "They answered," Caelan said. "Just not to us. The Council executed them because they became liabilities. That's a kind of justice, even if it's not what we would have chosen." "It's not enough," my father argued. "It has to be enough," I said firmly, one hand on my growing belly. "Because the alternative is declaring war on the Council to avenge people who are already dead. And I'm not risking my child, this pack, or our future for vengeance against corpses." The room fell silent. My father looked like he wanted to argue, but slowly his express