Semua Bab THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sharon’s POV Feeling the great weight lifted off my shoulders, I finally felt lighter. And more relaxed. I could go to bed with a smile on my face. But I did not want to go yet. Being in Morris’s presence alone was just so… comforting. Even my wolf purred with delight. My eyes just could not get enough of him. I did my best not to stare too much but I just could not help myself. He was absolutely breathtaking. He had his elbows pressed to the balcony’s edge, his fierce amber eyes focused on the world below. It was at this moment I noticed the sharpness of his jawline, I could have sworn the moon light reflected a glint. His gaze appeared distant, like he was thinking about something. A lot of things actually, judging by the fact his brows were drawn. “And you, your royal highness? Why exactly are you up at this time?” I asked, leaning beside him. I made sure to keep my distance to ensure that I did not make things too awkward. He tried to mask his feelings with a smile. “Well, l

Morris’s POV“What is the update on the search for Aemond?” “Nothing. There has been no sight of him ever since the attack on the north isle,” Kelly said, then a sigh left his lips. “I am starting to think he was never here. Perhaps the intel I received was wrong and it was just a random rogue attack. We would have been more certain if we had kept one rogue alive for questioning.”A scowl struck my face and my fists clenched. “He was here,” I said with certainty.“You sound so sure,” Kelly said as we walked further into the garden.“I am. I don’t have any proof but I knew he was here. I can feel it,” I said, clasping my hands behind my back.Kelly stared at me.“I am not crazy,” I pointed out.“I know you are not. I believe you. The two of you were once bro-““Don’t finish that sentence,” I snapped and Kelly sealed his lips shut, treading carefully. “If the entire kingdom has been searched properly then that means he is no longer within our territory. He is probably somewhere far awa

Morris’s POVThe past three days have been torture for both Sharon and I.She barely spoke, barely ate. Her once bright eyes had dulled into something distant, unfocused, as if her spirit had been left somewhere between the gazebo and the infirmary bed. I couldn’t blame her. She’d been poisoned, nearly lost her children, betrayed by someone she trusted deeply.Still, watching her drift like that made something in my chest ache. I’d faced wars, bloodshed, and betrayal before, but nothing compared to seeing her so… lifeless.Every morning since that day, I’d tried something.I tried anything to bring her a flicker of happiness. I miss her constant rants and excitement towards books she had just finished reading. So, on the first day, I sent her some books and her favorite flowers, the vibrant red roses she always admired in the palace gardens. She didn’t even glance at them. The second day, I had the kitchen prepare her soup and some vanilla cream pastries. They came back untouched.

Sharon’s POVWhen I woke up the next morning, sunlight was streaming gently through the curtains, casting warm golden stripes across my sheets. For the first time in what felt like forever, my body didn’t ache with dread. I stretched, feeling a strange lightness in my chest, and when my mind drifted back to the day before, a smile tugged at my lips.Morris.The entire outing replayed in fragments, the way he’d insisted I go outside, how stubborn he’d been about it, and the patient smile he’d worn when I hesitated. The town, the laughter, the scent of pastries that lingered in the air as he watched me eat. And the children. oh, the children, how their laughter had pulled something from deep within me that I’d thought was gone.He’d given me a day of peace when I didn’t think I could ever feel it again.My smile grew as the final memory of the night surfaced, me standing before him, thanking him, leaning forward to press a light kiss on his cheek.I immediately hid my face under the she

Sharon’s POVThe wind was cold and bitter, carrying the scent of damp earth and sorrow. Gray clouds rolled over the horizon like a curtain being drawn shut, and the low growl of thunder trembled in the distance. I stood still, my hands clasped tightly before me, as Morris’s men lowered Lilian’s body into a shallow grave.The graveyard was quiet, eerily so. It was not the kind of place anyone came to mourn. The air here was thick with disdain, the ground littered with crooked headstones that bore a single word etched into their surfaces: Traitor.This was where they buried the condemned. Thieves, murderers, and those who had betrayed the Alpha’s trust.And now… Lilian.My chest ached as I watched the two men finish their grim work, the ropes in their hands sliding against the worn wood of the coffin as they guided it down. The dull thud when it touched the bottom sent a shiver down my spine.She didn’t belong here.The thought screamed in my head louder than the thunder rumbling above.