All Chapters of THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

SHARON'S POV.I went and brought the paper I wanted to use for the letter. I was staring at it and it was staring at me.I folded it, unfolded it, smoothed it against my thigh, and still, not a single word felt brave enough to be written. The pen lay between my fingers like an accusation. Write the letter now, my mind urged. Or would you wait for Rowan to come back and explain himself properly? Waiting has always been my weakness. I hated to wait. My mindset towards waiting is"Why wait when something can be done immediately?"The room was quiet, too quiet, the kind that pressed against my ears. Outside, the night insects sang, unaware that my thoughts were pacing in tight, angry circles. What if I wrote it and he walked in tomorrow?What if I waited and tomorrow never came?My chest tightened.I placed the paper on the bedside table, the pen on top of it, and lay back, staring at the ceiling. I told myself I would rest my eyes for a moment. Just a moment.Sleep took me without per

SHARON'S POV.Indeed fear has a sound.I discovered that as I stood in the middle of the bedroom, phone clutched in my hand, staring at nothing. Fear hums. It buzzed beneath the skin, loud enough to drown out logic, sharp enough to scrape against the bones.Rowan was trapped.It was just a few days ago that I called him and he said I should not bother because he is safe. What has changed now?The words refused to settle properly in my mind. It bounced around like broken glass, cutting every thought to bits.I sank onto the edge of the bed, my legs suddenly unreliable. My heart raced as if it had somewhere urgent to be, somewhere my body couldn't yet follow.Trapped.Watched.Those words weren't words used casually. Those were words whispered from the edge of danger.I inhaled slowly, then exhaled. Again. I forced my hands to stop shaking.Panic would help no one. Least of all Rowan.I stood up abruptly and started pacing around the room. From one end of the room to the other. Back and

SANDRA'S POV.I did not ask Rowan if he wanted me.I told him.That was the first truth of the morning, and it slid out of my mouth as easily as command ever did.He stood near the bed, fully awake now, jaw tight, eyes sharp despite the haze still clinging to him. "You're not leaving yet," I said, slowly removing the clasp of my robe.Rowan exhaled through his nose."Sandra--""Did you just call me my name?” I turned to him.He bowed his head, regaining consciousness.“I'm sorry, my Alpha.”“Better. Let's proceed.”I stood for a few seconds naked and he was still not doing anything. I quickly climbed to the bed and opened my legs.“Rowan, I'm waiting for you. Come and give it to me. I want it to be very hot.”He reluctantly stood up and came to the bed. As soon as he climbed into bed, it was as though something ignited his libido, and he hijacked me the way he did yesterday and gave it to me the way I wanted. I was so satisfied and felt so happy.Rowan, on the other hand, felt exhaus

SANDRA'S POV.I waited.That was the worst part, not the fear, not the guilt, not even the blood pounding in my ears, but the waiting. Time stretched like a cruel thing, elastic and merciless, snapping back just to remind me it still has power over me.Rowan did not move.The substance burned where it had soaked into his skin, leaving faint silver lines along his legs, like frost kissing flesh. His lips were parted slightly now, breath shallow, uneven."Don't you dare," I muttered, kneeling beside him again. My fingers hovered over his chest, not quite touching. "You don't get to die here. Not in my chamber. Not after everything."I pressed my palm to his sternum.For a second, just one. I felt nothing.Then his body arched violently.Rowan gasped, a harsh, tearing sound, as if air itself had stabbed way back into his lungs. His back lifted off the floor, fingers clawing at nothing, eyes snapping open."Rowan," I said sharply. "Rowan, listen to me. Let it not be that you're pranking m

MORRIS’ POV I walked out of her room after an hour of begging her to speak to me. She was never going to say a word, she just acted like I didn’t exist or wasn’t standing right in front of her. What was I expecting? I abandoned her when she needed me the most and now I expect her to just open her arms just because I’m here? Hell no. I strode to the nursery to kiss the kids goodnight, they need to know that they are loved and seen. There was no way I would let them bear the consequences of my actions. I stood in the doorway of the nursery long after the last maid slipped out. The room smelled like warm milk and the faint lavender they always used on the sheets. Soft night-lights glowed along the baseboards, throwing gentle gold across the two cribs. Daemon slept sprawled on his stomach, one arm flung over the edge of the mattress, tiny fingers curled like he was still reaching for something. Daenerys lay on her back, chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm, the little stuffed wol