บททั้งหมดของ Alora's Windsong: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Demon reached us first. His massive form loomed at the tree line, Midnight blue eyes glowing from the shadows, his Beta Michael’s Lycan flanking him like a second storm waiting to break. Neither moved closer. They didn’t need to. Their presence was enough to turn the night heavy, suffocating.The stranger froze where he stood beside his Jeep, sweat beading at his temple. He had knocked on our door like any man in need, but Blaise and I could feel it now; this wasn’t help. This was a threat.Blaise stepped forward, his body blocking me from view, his voice sharp enough to cut stone. “Say it straight. Why are you really here?”The man’s lips parted, but no words came. His eyes flicked to the tree line where Demon stood, to the shadows where Michael’s Lycans growl rumbled like thunder under the earth. He tried to take a step back.“Don’t,” Blaise warned, his golden gaze locking him in place. “You’ll only make it worse.”The man shook, his knees buckling under the combined weight of two A

Days had passed…I still had heard nothing from Blaise. I tried to mind link with him, but he never responded. I was losing hope. Jenna was a mess; she could not even function. Dad had to get her meds, and she was refusing to eat. Sarah was still in a coma, and Jake had been arrested. Our pack was in chaos. The doctors had determined that she was never pregnant, but the whole part of them being intimate was tearing at my soul. Why he never told me? why he kelp her a secret? I had so many questions. And no one to ask them to. I still had classes to attend, but my mind was always elsewhere. Dad picked me up and dropped me off cause he was scared to let me ride my bike, because of my mind drifting to Blaise all the time.We all gathered outside the Pack house, which doubled as our trial and hearing room as well.They finally opened the doors we all filed in, taking our seats.Beth’s father sat next to her; he had never left her side, his hand resting heavily on her shoulder as though he

It had been months now, and still nothing from Blaise. I woke to a sour wave rolling up my throat and barely made it to the bathroom before it hit. Beth was already kneeling beside me, one hand gathering mine, the other pressing a warm cloth to my forehead.“Oh boy,” she breathed, a knowing half-smile in her voice.“What?” I rasped.She looked from my face to my stomach. “We might be adding to our little family.”My heart kicked. “No… maybe it’s stress.” But memory flashed—nights the bond burned bright—and denial fell flat.“It only takes one time,” Beth said. “Don’t move.”She ran out and came back with a box. “Morning pee,” she said gently. I did as the instructions said. We set the stick on the counter and sat shoulder to shoulder on the bath mat while Rudy wedged between us, purring like a tiny engine.“I can’t do this without him,” I whispered.“You won’t,” Beth said. “I’m here.”Five minutes crawled by. “Ready?” she asked.“No. Look anyway.”Two lines. Clear.For a breath, the

Beth had finally tracked down the hospital, and once we knew where he was, there was no stopping us. Dad, Jenna, Beth, Michael, and I all piled into Dad’s Hummer. The ride felt endless, headlights carving tunnels through the dark, every mile stretching like a lifetime. Jenna sat pressed against me in the backseat, her hands twisting together. Dad’s knuckles whitened on the wheel, jaw clenched tight, saying nothing, but I could feel the storm in him.Mercy Hospital loomed in the distance, glass and steel glowing pale in the night. It looked cold, too clean, too sharp to hold someone we loved. We parked in silence. My heart thundered as my feet hit the pavement.The staff were waiting. Dr. Brooks met us in the lobby, his coat wrinkled from too many sleepless nights. He shook Dad’s hand, hugged Jenna and me with a gentleness that nearly broke me, then said, “Come with me.”We followed him to the elevators and rode up to the fourth floor. The sterile smell grew sharper, the hallways quiet

A week passed, though it felt like years. The days bled together in the pale hospital light, broken only by the sound of machines and the rhythm of his breathing. I hadn’t left his side once. Not for meals, not for sleep. Beth and Jenna tried to coax me away, Dad even commanded it once, but I refused. If Blaise was here, broken or not, then so was I.They gave in after the third day. Dad had food brought in from the Pack house—warm trays of stew, sandwiches, fruit, things that would last. Jenna kept restocking a cooler in the corner with a case of drinks, lining them up like little soldiers so I wouldn’t go thirsty. Beth smuggled in snacks and teased that I was turning Blaise’s hospital room into a picnic site. I didn’t care. If they wanted me to eat, they had to bring it here, because I wasn’t leaving him.Dad had Blaise moved to a private room and had a narrow cot brought in for me and Jenna; she stayed too, and we took turns sleeping. She would tuck the blanket around my shoulders