All Chapters of THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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Chapter 181: The Weight I Carry

MORRIS’ POV I waited until Sharon’s breathing evened out before I slipped out of bed. She had cried herself to sleep against my chest, face still damp, fingers curled loosely in my shirt like she feared I might disappear if she let go. I kissed her temple, pulled the quilt higher over her shoulder, and left the bedroom door cracked just enough to hear if she stirred. The hallway felt colder than usual. I padded downstairs in sock feet, avoiding the third step that always groaned. The living room lamp still burned low on the side table. I didn’t turn it off. Light helped keep the dark thoughts at bay tonight. Kelly waited on the back porch, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed, breath fogging in the night air. He straightened when the screen door creaked. “Is she asleep?” he asked. I nodded, closed the door softly behind me. “Yeah, finally.” He studied my face for a second. “How bad was it after the elders left?” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Bad enough that she so

Chapter 182: The First Cut

SANDRA’S POV I crouched behind a fallen cedar at the edge of the hunter’s blind, rain dripping off the brim of my hood and pooling in the hollow of my collarbone. The blind itself was nothing more than warped planks nailed between two pines, half-rotted and smelling of wet moss and old blood. I had chosen it because the wind always blew toward me here, carrying scents instead of giving them away. Darius arrived exactly when he said he would, midnight, boots crunching deliberately on wet needles so I would hear him coming.He stepped inside the blind without hesitation, shook rain from his coat, and dropped to one knee in front of me like a soldier reporting to command. His face looked thinner under the weak moonlight that slipped through the cracks. His eyes were hollow and his lips pressed tight.I stayed crouched, knife resting loose across my thigh.“Speak,” I said.He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sharon refused them flat out. She told the elders to leave her house

Chapter 183: Shadows Move First

MORRIS’ POV I woke before the alarm, heart already hammering like it knew something my brain hadn’t caught up to yet. The bedroom was still dark, only the faint glow from the hallway nightlight slipping under the door. Sharon slept curled on her side, one arm draped protectively over her belly, face slack with exhaustion. I watched her chest rise and fall for a full minute, counting breaths the way I used to when the kids were newborns and every silence felt like a threat.Then I slipped out of bed, pulled on yesterday’s jeans and a black thermal, grabbed my boots from the floor, and carried them downstairs. The house felt too quiet. No small feet thumping overhead, no cartoons playing low in the living room. Just the tick of the kitchen clock and the soft hum of the fridge.I laced my boots on the bottom step, grabbed my coat from the hook, and stepped onto the porch. The cold air hit me hard. The stars were still sharp overhead. I walked the perimeter of the yard first, it had beco

Chapter 184: Blood Does Not Lie

SHARON’S POV I stood at the kitchen sink rinsing breakfast plates when the second knock came, heavier this time, more insistent. The sound rattled the windowpane above the faucet. I dried my hands on the towel slung over my shoulder, glanced at Morris through the doorway. He was already moving toward the front hall, shoulders squared, jaw set in that quiet way that meant trouble. I followed. He opened the door. Harlan stood on the threshold again, flanked by Tomas and the two others whose names I never bothered to learn. This time they carried no hats in their hands. This time their faces looked carved from stone. Harlan spoke first. “We need five minutes, Sharon. That’s all we ask.” Morris blocked the doorway with his body. “You had your five minutes yesterday. She gave you her answer.” Tomas stepped forward half a pace. “The pack is fracturing. Alliances are wavering. Rogue groups are already testing the borders. We cannot hold without a clear leader.” I moved up beside Morri

Chapter 185: The Trap Closes

MORRIS’S POV I stood at the kitchen window, rinsing the last of the breakfast mugs, when movement flickered across the yard. Darius stepped out through the barn’s side door, hood drawn low and shoulders hunched against the light rain. He moved quickly but without panic, his gaze sweeping the fence line before he cut straight toward the house. I set the mug down with a soft clink of porcelain against steel, wiped my hands on my jeans, and reached the back door just as his knuckles rose toward the wood. “Come inside,” I said, keeping my voice barely above a whisper. He slipped past me. I closed the door, turned the lock, and slid the deadbolt home. Sharon was upstairs probably sleeping from exhaustion, and the house carried the warm scent of fresh coffee mingled with damp earth drifting through the open window. Darius pushed his hood back. Rainwater traced thin lines down his temples. His face looked noticeably thinner than the day before, cheeks hollowed, eyes rimmed red yet sharpl

Chapter 186: The Last Door

SANDRA’S POV I sat on the cold concrete floor of the holding cell with my back against the wall, knees drawn up, wrists raw from the zip ties they hadn’t bothered to replace with proper cuffs. The single bulb overhead buzzed like a dying insect. Rain tapped steadily on the metal roof above, a rhythm that had started an hour ago and refused to stop. My coat lay in a sodden heap in the corner where they had thrown it after stripping me of every blade, every hidden wire, every scrap of dignity I had left.Footsteps echoed down the corridor, three sets, heavy, deliberate. I lifted my head as the door scraped open.Darius stepped in first.Just then my stomach dropped so fast I tasted bile.He wore the same rain-soaked jacket he’d had on at the quarry rim, but now his hands were free and his shoulders sat straight. There was no tremor, no guilt in his eyes. Just calm, cold and a final look.Behind him came Kelly walked in with a rifle slung across his chest, his face was blank. Morris fil

Chapter 187: The Final Sigh

SHARON’S POV I sat on the living-room floor with my back against the couch, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them like I could hold myself together that way. Tears kept coming in slow, hot waves. I didn’t sob. I just let them fall onto the rug and soak dark spots into the wool. The house felt too big without the usual morning noise. Daenerys and Daemon were upstairs napping after the long drive from Mara’s. Their small snores drifted down the hallway every few minutes, a sound that should have comforted me but instead made my chest ache harder.Sandra was gone.They had taken her away in chains at dawn. I heard the van engine fade down the drive while I stood at the bedroom window, forehead pressed to the cold glass. I didn’t go to Jordan Pack. I couldn’t. The moment Morris told me the elders had set the execution for sunrise, I knew I would never step foot inside those gates again. That place had never been home. It had been a cage with too many eyes watching me bleed and too few

Chapter 188: Breathing Room

MORRIS’S POV I woke up earlier than usual, the house still wrapped in that heavy pre-dawn quiet. Sunlight had barely started to leak around the edges of the curtains. Sharon lay on her side facing me, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting across her belly. Her breathing came slow and even, there was tension in her shoulders, no lines carved between her brows. For the first time in months she looked peaceful, like the weight she carried every single day had finally lifted off her chest.I stayed still a minute longer, just watching her. Sandra was gone. She was executed at sunrise yesterday. Her body was left in the wilds outside Jordan Pack borders, there was no grave marker, no ceremony. Just empty space where she used to be. The thought should have brought relief, but all I felt was this strange, hollow calm. The constant low hum of danger that lived in my bones for so long had finally gone silent. I could hear birds outside. I could hear the soft creak of the house se

Chapter 189: Stones That Speak

SHARON’S POV The drive to the cemetery felt shorter than it should have. Kelly kept the speed steady, windows cracked just enough for cool air to slip in and carry the scent of pine and distant rain. In the back seat Daenerys sang softly to herself, some nonsense tune about dragons and stars, while Daemon pressed his nose to the glass and counted red trucks we passed. Morris sat beside me, hand resting on my knee, thumb moving in slow circles that grounded me every time my thoughts started to spiral.I stared out at the passing trees. My stomach twisted tighter with every mile marker. I had not set foot near those graves since their respective deaths. Hell I didn’t see Roland when he died too. I remembered how badly these people made me feel about myself. My once loving father had made sure I knew that I was only alive and well fed because of him. I remembered how they all sided with Sandra the very second Roland fucked her and made her his. Now I’m forced to go back.Kelly turned o

Chapter 190: The Truth Between Us

SHARON’S POV The truck rolled to a stop in front of the house just as the last sliver of daylight slipped behind the ridge. Gravel crunched under the tires, then silence. Kelly killed the engine. In the back seat Daenerys yawned so wide her jaw cracked and Daemon’s head lolled against the window, eyes already closed. The long day had finally caught up with them. I unbuckled my seatbelt, turned to look at them. Their small faces looked softer in the fading light, cheeks flushed from sun and wind.Morris opened the back door first. He lifted Daemon out in one smooth motion, cradling the boy against his shoulder. Daemon mumbled something sleepy but didn’t wake. I reached for Daenerys. She wrapped her arms around my neck without protest, legs dangling as I carried her inside. Her breath felt warm against my collarbone.We moved through the quiet house like a small procession. Up the stairs. Down the hallway. Into their rooms. Morris laid Daemon down first, pulled the quilt over him, brus

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