Semua Bab THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF: Bab 11 - Bab 20

NORA’S POV“You foolish, insolent girl! Where are you running off to now?” My stepfather bickered as I made my way to the front door. I visibly cringed, but was also thankful I had my back to him. The man was known for putting meaning into every little thing I do. Rolling my eyes, I plastered a fake smile on my lips before turning to face him.He was a bitter man with a mole on the left side of his face. His skin was already melting off his bones as his back took the shape of a C due to his declining health.Call me whatever you just, but I could not wait for the day he would leave this earth. The moon goddess took my father first with a cardiac arrest. And then my mother with cancer. Leaving me with this… human.I honestly do not know what my mother saw in him. He was always so stern, all work and no play. What was there to love? “I am going into town to get some flour and cinnamon,” I said, not disclosing the entire story. My shopping was only an excuse to make my way into the roy

SHARON’S POVCuriosity guided my steps as I made my way through the halls. I took in every detail. Every tapestry, every vase, every painting, every door. Everything I passed was a mystery awaiting to be unlocked.After breakfast with Morris and Kelly this morning, the two men announced that they had royal duties to attend to. But they made sure to inform me to make myself comfortable.And that was exactly what I was doing.I passed by a few servants, maids and guards alike. Some bowed at me as a way of greeting, others shot me side glances while they whispered when they thought they were out of heating range.They weren’t.“I heard she got pregnant for a great wizard who killed her family.”“I heard she got pregnant for her mate, killed him after she caught him cheating and fled.”“I heard that her mate left her for sister. She just wailed and ran away like a pussy instead of standing her ground. How pathetic.”Their gossip made me wish that I really had killed my mage as they claim

SHARON’S POVCleaning the corners of my mouth with a napkin, a contented sigh left my lips. I leaned back on the chair, the taste of citrus still lingering on my tongue thanks to the fruit smoothie Lilian had so lovingly prepared for me.She said it was good for my baby. She was the first person to actually care about my child. The fruit smoothie was not all she prepared. She also made the most mouth watering chicken salad I have ever tasted. My plate was spotless! That might as well have been the healthiest meal I have had in years. Lilian took the dishes with a soft smile. “I am glad you liked it,” she said, chuckling at my expression. As much as I wanted to help her with the dishes, I was just too stuffed to move.“I loved it,” I corrected her.“I’m happy to hear that.” She said, finishing up with the dishes before saying, “I have other matters to attend to, but I will be sure to join you in your quarters as soon as I am done if you will need my company.”I pouted. I did not wa

Morris’s POVThat bloody bastard has grown some balls.I did my best to contain my anger but I couldn’t. Just knowing that he had the guts to return to the very land he once betrayed made my blood boiled.My smile was as tight as ever as I turned to Sharon. “Pardon me, I have some matters to attend to.”She nodded in understanding, but the sadness and disappointment in her eyes were as clear as day. How dare this bastard interrupt our conversation. I was starting to enjoy my discussions with her and I really did hate the fact that I was cutting her off every chance she got.But it truly was such a fun game unravelling her. I love piecing people together like puzzles. And I loved being right. It always gives me the upper hand. That way no one could ever take me by surprise.Or for a fool.Just as I was making assumptions about her life, I had equally assumed this bastard would be stupid enough to return to my territory. I just never knew he would choose a moment where I was actually en

Morris’s POVI was not one to accept defeat. From a very young age I knew that I was born to win. Failure was never an option, my father taught me that. His brute ways of parenting are still very much engraved into my mind. I could never forget the words that he constantly repeated to me every day of my life until the day he took his last breath.“If you can't win, you better die trying!”I used to think that he was paranoid, but as I grew older I learned that winning is very crucial for an alpha. Every loss was a dent to your ego, your people would constantly see you as weak. As unfit to rule. So many of my people lost their lives, they lost their loved ones and their homes. And here I am unable to provide the man responsible for all of this. What kind of leader does that make me? My blood only boiled more at these thoughts. My fists clenched and my wolf stirred with rage. It was a sentiment we both shared. Before heading into battle we wanted nothing more than to bathe in the bl