All Chapters of THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sharon’s POVIt still feels like I’m trapped in that forest with Aemond’s blood on my hands. I can still feel Morris collapsing into my arms, my children wailing in fear. The sounds echo in my mind in the middle of the night, jerking me awake. But when I open my eyes, I’m not in the woods anymore. I’m in Rowan’s palace, wrapped in warm sheets, surrounded by comfort I had long forgotten.Good God. My eyes shifted to my right to find two cradles where my babies slept peacefully. I decided to finally give them a name after days of wandering in the forest.Daemon and Daenerys. I thought Morris would be offended by my choice of names but he seemed to like it more than I do. Which is surprising considering my son’s name is similar to that of the man who tried to have him killed several times.Alpha Rowan has been… unexpectedly kind. I had anticipated coldness, suspicion, maybe even dislike. After all, alphas rarely welcome strangers, especially broken ones. But Rowan greeted me and the tw

Sharon’s POVThe look Morris shot me as he stepped into my room was one that could have easily broken me. He looked at me like I had just stabbed him in the heart without an ounce of remorse.I suppose seeing my kids tucked under my arms with two traveling bags by my side was not exactly what he expected after being told I needed to speak with him.“We are leaving.”The silence that followed after my words was deafening. I started to wonder if he had heard me at all.At least, until he responded. “Leaving? Where exactly?” He asked, shutting the door slowly behind me before walking further into the room. And he did that slowly and with eyes filled with confusion. Like he was approaching a bomb he had no idea how to disable.“I know we have caused you enough trouble. More than what we are worth. The plan was to stay until I got back on my feet and figured out what to do with myself. But the truth is,” I paused, biting down on my bottom lip. “I don’t think I can ever figure out anything

SHARON’S POVI never imagined the day would come when I’d be inspecting a nursery. It was not one built in fear or secrecy, not a place I had to hide my children in, but a real nursery. Safe. Warm. Sunlit. The kind I used to dream about when I was pregnant and thought the world would welcome my twins with open arms.Instead of the arms of the cold wilderness.Morris’s staff had outdone themselves. The room was painted in soft cream and pale gold, with hand-carved shelves shaped like crescent moons along the walls. A plush white rug covered most of the floor, and in the center stood two new cribs, sturdy and elegant, each carved with tiny wolf sigils. A rocking chair rested in one corner, and a cushioned bench in the other.I walked around slowly, touching things almost reverently.“It looks perfect,” I said.As soon as the words left my mouth, the staff, who had been waiting in the hallway, began streaming inside with the rest of the equipment. A double stroller, soft blankets, little

SHARON’S POVI have never been surrounded by this many hands at once.Maids bustle around me in a flurry of fabrics, brushes, and soft murmurs. Someone pins my hair while another laces my corset tighter, and two others smooth down the flowing dark-blue gown Morris had left on my bed earlier. The dress is breathtaking. It was off-shoulder, with shimmering silver embroidery that dances under the candlelight. I hardly recognize myself in it.When they finally step back, giving me room to breathe, I lift my gaze to the mirror.And for a moment, I forget how to inhale.The woman staring back at me is… regal. Poised. Beautiful in a way I never imagined I could be. The diamonds at my throat shimmer like trapped stars. My hair is twisted up into an elegant style that reveals the delicate slope of my neck, and my lips are painted a soft rose that makes me look far gentler than I feel.“Luna Sharon, you are ready,” one of the maids says cheerfully.Ready.As if anyone is ever ready for a night

SHARON’S POVI hold Daemon so tightly it’s a miracle he can breathe. His small fingers curl into the fabric of my gown, his warm cheek pressed against my shoulder, blissfully unaware of the storm raging inside me.Morris is pacing when I turn the corner and step back into the hallway where they were all gathered, probably discussing strategy. The moment he sees me, his entire body jerks.“Sharon?” His voice breaks. “Where did you find him?”I keep my face expressionless as I shift Daemon higher in my arms. “Wandering,” I say coldly.Morris blinks, as if he didn’t hear me properly. “Wandering? Alone?” He looks behind me, searching for answers. “Who attacked Mabel?”I stop walking.Every nerve in my body is strained so tightly I feel I might snap. I don’t want to talk about the knocked-out nanny. I don’t want to talk about the search party. I don’t even want to talk about Roland. At least not yet. The note burns like fire in my pocket, but right now I’m barely holding myself together.“