All Chapters of Secret affair with my alpha’s brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Evelyn’s POVThe word was definitely not what I expected to hear.“Negative.”I blinked at the screen on the small monitor, as if the result might change if I just stared hard enough. But it didn’t. The doctor’s voice was calm, almost too calm, a tone perfected after probably delivering the same news to countless other people before.“You’re not pregnant,” she repeated, gently setting the report on the desk. “I’m sorry.”Not pregnant.My lips parted, but no sound came out. The room felt too bright, and I felt pressured in an instant.Then what was the explanation for the delay in my period?“How…” My voice cracked. “How is that possible?”I wasn’t naive. I knew how these things worked. But this… this didn’t make sense.Because every single time, he had finished inside me.I remembered it vividly — the way his body had trembled against mine, the deep, shuddering breaths that followed, the warmth that flooded me after every final breathless encounter. Over and over again, night after nig

Evelyn’s POVThe house looked smaller than I remembered.The faint scent of wolfsbane lingered in the corridors — the scent of my childhood. For a moment, I just stood at the entrance, unable to step in. Everything felt haunted.It wasn’t just the house that had aged — it was me.When I finally forced my legs to move, the sound of my heels against the floor echoed down the long hallway. I stopped before the last door on the right. My fingers trembled as I pushed it open.The scent hit me first — the steam of medicinal herbs and wolfbane. Then I saw him.The man who had once stood taller than anyone else in the pack, whose presence alone had silenced a room. The man who had raised me when no one else would. My grandfather. The great elder of the pack.He lay on the bed now, frail and hollow-cheeked, his once bright eyes clouded with blindness. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths.“Grandpa…” My voice broke as I knelt beside the bed.He turned his head slightly toward the

Evelyn’s POVFor a long while, neither of us spoke. The silence between Wyatt and me felt thick enough to choke on. He stood there, broad-shouldered and impossibly composed, his gaze heavy. I’d seen that look before—years ago—just before he’d chosen his pride over me.So when I finally broke the silence, my voice came out harsher than I intended.“What is it you want to talk about, Wyatt?”He took a breath, the tension in his jaw softening just slightly. “The pack,” he said at last. “I know it still matters to you.”I blinked. “The pack? You came all this way to talk about the pack?” I crossed my arms, my tone cool. “If you must know then it's doing just fine without you.”He winced at that, though he tried to hide it. “I know you don’t want to hear this,” he said, lowering his voice. “But I understand now. I understand that I was wrong.”“Wrong?” I repeated, incredulous. “ Wrong about what?”He stepped closer, and I instinctively took a step back. “I was a fool. I admit it. I let prid

Evelyn’s POVMy phone’s ringtone echoed through the darkened room, cutting through the haze of heat and silence. I stiffened, my hand twitching instinctively toward the nightstand, but before I could reach it, the body beside me pressed against me.His warm and naked skin clung to me, the scent of him from the night before flooding my nose. My breath hitched as I realized what he was getting at.“Now?” I whispered, my voice frayed, almost pleading, but it was too late. He stirred, burying himself deeper against my chest, his breath hot against my collarbone. A subtle shift of his hips and I felt it—the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against me again, insistent, demanding.My heart lurched in panic. No light filtered in—the heavy curtains had been drawn tight, leaving the room drowned in darkness. There was no escape, no way to pretend this hadn’t happened, no way to dismiss him.The phone rang again, louder, urgent. My pulse thundered in my ears.“You can just answer it,” Ben

Evelyn’s POVThe moment the curtains opened, the room was devoured by light.I recoiled instinctively, the blaze of morning light striking me like a physical blow. My eyes stung as though red hot knives had pierced them. I shut them tight, covering my face with trembling hands.The darkness had been my cocoon, a shield. There, wrapped in shadows, I could pretend and forget my problems. I could tell myself it wasn’t real—that it was just another night, another fleeting escape I would erase come morning.But in the light— In the light there was no escape.The brightness stripped me bare, dragged me mercilessly back to reality.For the first time, it would be possible to see him. Really see him. The face of the man who had kissed me, touched me, consumed me—all while remaining hidden behind the curtain of darkness.I had thought I wanted this. For so long, I’d longed to peel back the mystery, to know the truth. But now, with the sun spilling over his body, with the weight of all my proble