Semua Bab THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF: Bab 81 - Bab 90

MORRIS’S POVThe doors of the Jordan Pack palace slammed open under my shove, the sound echoing like thunder down the marble corridor. Soldiers and maids shrank back from me as I passed, fear flickering in their eyes, and they should fear me. Every step I took vibrated with fury so thick it felt like the walls pulsed with it.I can not believe this bastard is from under my roof. On my own damn birthday.I had spent two days searching every region with warriors, tracking scents, interrogating rogues and informants. I couldn’t just come barging here accusing him of kidnapping. That was treason. I needed proof. And when I finally found the trail leading back here, to this cursed place, something inside me snapped.I would burn this pack into the earth if I had to.Two guards tried to block my path near the throne room. “Alpha Morris, you can’t—”I seized one by the throat and slammed him into the wall so hard he passed out before he hit the ground. The other ran.“Cowards,” I muttered,

SHARON’S POVI dressed Daenerys slowly, deliberately, as if every careful movement could anchor my thoughts before they scattered into something reckless.Her little arms flailed as I slipped her into a soft cream dress. It was too expensive, too pristine for a dungeon-born reunion, but I welcomed the distraction. The way her fingers curled around mine, the soft hum she made when she was content, grounded me. I pressed a kiss to her temple and inhaled her scent, committing it to memory in case tonight went wrong.Because I wasn’t naïve enough to believe this peace would last.Roland said it himself. I shouldn’t get used to this and I did not intend to. My daughter will not be raised in this palace crawling with vipers and conniving demons.As I buttoned the dress, my mind worked relentlessly. Escape routes. Guard shifts. The weight of Daenerys in my arms. How fast I could run with her. Which corridors I remembered from my time here before. Which windows opened outward. Which didn’t.R

ROLAND’S POVI couldn’t take my eyes off them.The room was quiet in that fragile way that only exists before dawn, when the world holds its breath and pretends nothing is wrong. Sharon lay on her side, her back partially turned to me, one arm curved protectively around Daenerys. Even in sleep, she guarded our daughter like a wolf over her cub. Daenerys was tucked against her chest, tiny fist clenched in Sharon’s gown, soft breaths puffing in and out.They looked… whole.And it shattered something in me.I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, my head bowed. The candles had burned low during the night, wax pooled like tears on the table. I hadn’t slept. Not truly. Every time I closed my eyes, memories clawed their way to the surface. Sharon stood by the doorway the day I rejected her, her face pale and stunned, her hand instinctively going to her stomach. Pregnant. Alone. Betrayed.I had been a fool.No, worse.I had been arrogant enough to believe I could always fix

SHARON’S POVHope was a dangerous thing. I had learned that the hard way. Every time I thought things were finally getting better, they got worse. Far worse than I could ever imagine.I sat on the edge of the bed with Daenerys cradled against my chest, her tiny fingers tangled in the fabric of my dress as if I were the only solid thing left in her world. Every breath she took grounded me, reminded me that I was still here, still alive, still her mother. Around us, the room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that lulled you into forgetting that this was still a prison.I had been counting footsteps.Timing guards.Memorizing which floorboard creaked near the door and which corner of the hallway stayed shadowed longest at dawn.Escape lived in the details.I brushed a hand over Daenerys’s hair, my lips grazing her temple. We will get out, I promised her silently. No matter what it costs me.A knock sounded and my heart jumped into my throat. Why was I so scared? I haven’t started my escap

SHARON’S POVThe first explosion shattered the illusion that I had any control left.The palace trembled like a wounded beast, stone groaning under the weight of violence as screams ripped through the air. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs, instinct screaming danger before my mind could catch up.Quickly, I picked up Daenerys and clutched her to my chest. “Shh… shh…” I whispered, even as my own body shook. “Mama’s here.”Another blast echoed, closer this time. Lights along the hallway flickered violently, shadows leaping across the walls like monsters. Somewhere below us, steel clashed against steel, wolves howled in fury, and men shouted orders that dissolved into chaos.This wasn’t jus an attack, it was a war.Roland appeared beside me almost instantly, his hand gripping my arm hard enough to hurt.“We’re moving,” he said sharply. “Now.”My stomach dropped.“No,” I said, pulling back. “What’s happening?”Even though I had a good idea what the answer to that was, I couldn’t