All Chapters of THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ROLAND’S POVThe maid tasted like cheap wine and fear.I didn’t care for either, but the combination did something strange to my blood, something satisfying. Her lips trembled against mine, her hands shaking as they fumbled with my shirt. I could feel the way her body stiffened when I pulled her closer, feel how every instinct inside her screamed to run.But she stayed.They always stayed.Because I was the Alpha. Because power draws moths to flame even when they know it burns.“Relax,” I muttered against her mouth, tightening my grip on her waist.She made a small sound. It was a half-gasp, half-plea, yet she tilted her head, granting me more access. I smirked. She hated this. Hated me. But she also didn’t dare push me away.Pathetic.I deepened the kiss, pushing her back against the wall of my chambers. She whimpered, her fingers curling into my hair as if that could steady her trembling. I didn’t slow down. I didn’t soften. I wasn’t capable of that.My hands roamed lower, and the d

SHARON’S POVI didn’t realize I was capable of screaming with such fury until today.My voice ricochets off the stone walls of the palace hallway as the head of security and three guards stand before me, trembling like children who’ve been caught doing something shameful. I barely recognize my own voice because it is sharp, cold, and violent, fueled by a fear so deep it could drown oceans.“Explain to me,” I snarl, “how someone got into my children’s room unnoticed, vandalized it, and left a box full of—”My stomach twists again at the memory.“—that without any of you noticing?! How?!”No one answers. No one dares.Morris tries to step in from behind me. I hear his familiar inhale, the one he takes right before attempting to soothe me, but I don’t let him get a single word out.“Not now. Don’t, Morris. Don’t you say a word.”Silence followed. Thick enough to choke on.The images from the twins’ room keep hitting me in flashes. The shredded curtains, overturned cradles, and that box s

SHARON’S POVI thought coming home would feel like stepping back into routine, like slipping into a familiar skin. But the moment we crossed the palace gates, a strange heaviness settled into my bones. It was thick, stubborn, and unwelcome. At first I blamed the trip. We’d spent days running around the beach house, chasing the twins through sand dunes, letting them squeal at the waves. Maybe I was simply worn out. Morris had carried half our luggage, I’d carried the other half and two wriggling babies. Exhaustion made sense.But by the second day back, I knew it was something else entirely.The nausea began first, it was soft and subtle, like a warning breeze before a storm. Then it grew teeth.By noon, I was gripping the edge of our bathtub, swallowing hard, praying my stomach wouldn’t revolt again. My forehead felt clammy. My legs trembled. And the only thing worse than the sickness was the way Morris watched me from the doorway, his eyes full of concern, voice low and soothing.“Sh

SHARON’S POVSomething was off with Morris.At first, I thought I was imagining it. And maybe my own nerves, or the exhaustion from keeping the pregnancy hidden, or the stress of raising twins who had recently discovered how to sprint in opposite directions.But after a few days, the shift in him became too obvious to ignore.He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t cold. He wasn’t even distant.Just… moody.Quiet in a way that didn’t feel like silence but like something tightly wound beneath the surface. He would stare out windows a little too long, sigh a little too often, answer a little too distractedly. Even when he kissed me in the mornings, there was a heaviness in it.Something was weighing on him.And every time I asked if he was alright, all he said was, “I’m fine,” in that low voice that meant Don’t push it.But of course, I pushed it internally. I analyzed every expression, every pause, every breath, because that’s what you do when you love someone this deeply, you study them until even

MORRIS’S POVAs I took one more sip of my champagne, I couldn’t help but laugh at Alpha Rowan’s comment.“Honestly, I didn’t even know you had a birthday. You just seemed like someone who had been thrown out of heaven and landed on earth. Like the devil himself.”“What are you talking about? He is the devil himself,” Alpha Darius laughed. “Have you seen this fellow when he is mad? When we were younger, our fathers made us participate in a sparring competition and I was winning. Until I made a comment on his mom… I can still feel that uppercut on my jaw till this day.”They all laughed. At this point, everyone was beyond wasted. Even I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. I held on to Daemon just a bit tighter to make the chances of me dropping him a lot less possible.I was not completely wasted, but for some reason all I could do was think about what Sharon looked like under that little dress she wore. Speaking of Sharon, where the hell was she? How long does it take to