THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

SHARON’S POVI woke before the sun cracked the horizon. Morris still slept beside me, one arm slung heavy across my waist, breath slow and deep against my neck. The room smelled of us—sweat, sex, the faint metallic tang of dried blood he hadn’t washed off yet. I lay there a minute longer, listening to his heartbeat steady against my back, letting the quiet sink in. Then I slipped free, careful not to wake him.The floorboards chilled my bare feet. I pulled on the robe, tied it loose, and padded to the nursery door. I cracked it open and found the twins sleeping tangled together, Daemon’s leg thrown over Daenerys like he was guarding her even in dreams. Their small faces looked peaceful—too peaceful for the world waiting outside these walls.I closed the door softly and moved to the window. Dawn painted the sky bruised purple. Smoke still lingered on the eastern ridge—thinner now, but stubborn. A reminder that last night’s reprieve was temporary.Footsteps in the hall, heavy and famili

SHARON’S POV The nursery smelled like warm milk and cedar. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows, turning the rug into a golden pool where Daemon and Daenerys lay on their stomachs, their chubby arms reaching for the same wooden wolf Morris had carved last winter. They babbled at each other in that secret twin language only they understood, their tiny fingers brushing, then tangling, then pulling apart with delighted squeals.I sat cross-legged between them, one hand steadying Daemon’s back so he didn’t topple sideways, the other smoothing Daenerys’s curls every time she lunged forward. Morris sprawled on his side next to us, propped on one elbow, watching them like they were the only thing in the world worth seeing.He caught my eye and smiled, a slow, real smile, the kind that still made my stomach flip after everything.“They’re plotting something,” he said, voice low and amused. “Look at that face.”Daemon had frozen mid-reach, staring at the wolf like it owed him money. Then

MORRIS’ POV The door to our bedroom clicked shut behind us and I turned the lock without looking away from Sharon. Sharon stood in the middle of the bedroom, still wearing the soft gray sweater she’d pulled on after the twins fell asleep. Hair loose, cheeks flushed from laughter, eyes bright in a way I hadn’t seen in weeks. She looked like mine again, not the ghost who’d stared through me in the hospital, not the woman who’d cried herself raw in the bathtub. She looked alive. Hungry. Dangerous.I crossed the room in three strides.She met me halfway.Our mouths crashed together hard, open, no preamble. I tasted the faint sweetness of the tea she’d sipped earlier, felt the sharp edge of her teeth when she bit my bottom lip. My hands found her hips, yanked her flush against me so she could feel exactly what she did to me. She moaned into my mouth, fingers already tearing at my shirt buttons.I walked her backward until her spine hit the wall. She gasped when the cool stone met her bac

SHARON’S POVThe afternoon sun had already turned soft and golden when the messenger arrived from Jordan Pack. He was young, barely old enough to have a full beard, and he looked like he’d ridden through thorns to get here. His cloak was torn at the shoulder, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He bowed low in the courtyard while I stood on the stone steps with Daenerys balanced on my hip and Daemon clinging to my leg.Morris read the sealed letter in silence. When he finished he folded it carefully, tucked it into his jacket, and looked at me with the kind of calm that only comes before something heavy.“She’s opened the granaries,” he said.I blinked. “Sandra?”He nodded once. “One quarter of the stores. She made sure that the families with children came first. More like she rationed the food.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Daenerys tugged on my hair; I shifted her higher and kissed the crown of her head.“She’s feeding them,” I whispered.Morris watched my face

MORRIS’ POV The plane touched down twenty-six hours early. I didn’t wait for the stairs to finish lowering. I was already moving, jacket half-on, phone pressed to my ear, barking at the driver who’d been waiting on the tarmac. Kelly’s last update had been four words: She won’t stop screaming.I ran across the asphalt, boots pounding, heart in my throat. The summit hall in the capital had been full of alphas arguing trade routes and border taxes. I stood up in the middle of the opening remarks, said “I’ve got a family emergency,” and walked out without offering a detailed explanation and apology. I didn’t owe them shit when my wife was falling apart three hundred miles away.The SUV ate the highway in silence except for my breathing. I kept dialing Sharon’s phone but it kept going straight to voicemail every time. So I tried Kelly next.He answered on the first ring. “She’s in the bedroom. The healer just left. Alpha, the sedative given to her, didn't touch her, she was still saying