Semua Bab THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Sharon’s POVI didn’t know how long I sat there with Aemond’s wolf form sprawled across my lap, his fur damp and heavy, my fingers numb from gripping the cloth pressed to his wound. The forest had grown quieter, the stream behind us slowing to a soft lull, almost as if nature itself was holding its breath.But then twigs snapped. Branches rustled. Heavy boots thundered through the underbrush.My heart stopped when Aemond’s men burst into the clearing. Their eyes landed first on Aemond’s still form, then on me. And instantly, the atmosphere shifted into something terrifying.“What happened here?” one of them growled, his scarred face tightening.“She must have attacked him!” another accused, pointing at me as though I were some monster.“What? No!” I scrambled to my feet, hands raised. “He saved my life! We were attacked by a snake and—”“Lies!” a third snarled. “Aemond would never be this weak unless someone stabbed him in the back.”“He wasn’t stabbed!” I cried. “He was poisoned. And

Sharon’s POVI always thought the moment of my death would feel distant.But nothing prepared me for the raw terror of having a blade pressed against my throat, or the horror of knowing that the man I trusted had just risked my life like it was a pawn on a chessboard.I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. My breath stuttered in and out as Morris and Aemond glared at each other with words sharper than any dagger.“Morris,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Stop. Please.”But he didn’t even look at me. His eyes were locked on Aemond like I was an object in the background, a bargaining chip. Fury, desperation, and madness flickered in his golden irises. I had never seen him look that way. And certainly not with me standing so close to danger.“Morris,” I said louder, “I’m pregnant-”Aemond moved. A swift flick of his wrist.And something hot trickled down my throat.Warm. Wet. Metallic.My heart stopped.The sound Morris made will haunt me forever. It was a strangled mix between a growl and

Sharon’s POVI don’t know how long I sit there half upright, half slumped against the cool surface of the cave wall, then just staring at them. My children. My twins.I’ve memorized every detail in the short moments they’ve been alive. My son, smaller than his sister by a bit, sleeps with a little furrow between his brows. A furrow I know too well, one I have seen every single time I’ve looked into a mirror. And his mouth… gods, his mouth. The shape of it is unmistakably mine. He is me in miniature.My daughter, on the other hand, is the opposite. Soft cheeks, delicate lashes, her tiny fists curled like she was born ready to fight the world. She looks… nothing like me. The realization sits cold and heavy in my chest. A step behind me makes my shoulders stiffen.“Remarkable,” Aemond’s voice cuts through the quiet, too calm, too observant. “Your daughter looks nothing like you… or Morris.”I freeze, my fingers tightening around the tiny body swaddled in a rough cloth. His presence feel

Sharon’s POVFor years I have yearned for the care of a mother. I barely had up to a month with mine before her soul left this earth. Before she left me. My stepmother was a good mother. But only to her child. I was treated like a maid ever since I learnt how to walk. I vowed to never be that way to my children, or any child for that matter. But my goodness!It’s been barely two days since I was welcomed into the clan of motherhood and I was already exhausted.It is the middle of the night when the twins begin crying. Not soft whimpers. No, these are full–body, soul piercing wails that vibrate through my bones and drag me awake from the thin, fragile sleep I’ve been clinging to.My eyes burn as I sit up and my body aches in protest. The pain of childbirth still lingers. It was sharp and unforgiving, because I wasn’t given a single painkiller. No medication. Nothing. Just torn muscle, soreness, blood, and two infants who depend entirely on me.The cold air bites at my skin as I reach

Sharon’s POVAemond moves before I can blink.One moment he stands between me and Morris, and the next his arm hooks around my waist, yanking me back against him so abruptly I gasp. The twins cry out at the sudden movement. Cold metal kisses the fragile skin of my throat.Again.Again he is using me as a shield.“Don’t come closer,” Aemond orders, dragging me back a step, dagger pressed hard enough that I feel the sting. “One more step, Morris, and she dies.”“Oh, goodness Aemond, stop this!” I cry, but my words seem to have fallen on deaf ears. Again.It was like he was always on fight or flight mode when Morris was nearby. Flight with blood on his hands of course.Morris sways on his feet, his chest rising and falling too fast, like he’s been running for miles. Sweat drips down his temples, mixing with the streaks of dust and dried blood. And then… then my breath catches in my throat.His arm.Oh God.It hangs in the wrong direction entirely. Twisted. Broken badly. Bone threatening