Semua Bab PREGNANT FOR THE ALPHA I NEVER MET : Bab 71 - Bab 80

MILLIE’S POV Was she really expecting me to fight her? Was that what her brother sent her to do? "I don't have to fight for him." I met her gaze steadily. "Because he chose me. Choose our son. Choose this life. If he wanted to be with you, fated mate bond or not, he would be. The fact that he's not? That tells me everything I need to know." "You're delusional." "Maybe. But I'm also the woman living in his house, sleeping in his bed, raising his child. Where are you sleeping, Vivian?" Direct hit. Her perfect composure cracked slightly, rage flashing across her features. "This isn't over," she hissed. "The preliminary hearing is tomorrow. Braham will be at the pack gathering, proving himself to the Council. And when he's surrounded by his pack, by his people, by wolves who understand what he really needs… he'll remember where he belongs. Who he belongs with." She turned on her designer heel and stalked toward a sleek black car parked in the driveway. Before getting in, she looked

MILLIE'S POVI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress for the third time. My hands wouldn't stop shaking."You look perfect," Callie said from where she sat on the bed, watching me with concerned eyes."I look terrified.""You look strong," she corrected. "There's a difference."I turned to face her, wrapping my arms around myself. "What if I freeze? What if I get up there and can't speak?""Then you take a breath and try again." Callie stood and crossed to me, taking my trembling hands in hers. "Millie, you've faced worse than this. You survived four years alone in a foreign country with a newborn. You stood up to Martha. You fought hard to get Sabrina to talk. You can do this.""This is different. This is my mother's killer.""I know." Her voice softened. "But she's already lost, Millie. The evidence is overwhelming. Today is just a formality. You're not fighting for justice anymore—you've already won it. Today, you're just telling your truth."Before I could respond, smal

MILLIE'S POV"Your Honor, I'd like to play the audio recording of Sabrina Norman's confession." Hayes said. My phone. The one she'd knocked through the window at her apartment. The forensic team had managed to recover the audio file despite the shattered screen.Hayes pressed play.Sabrina's voice filled the courtroom, tinny but unmistakable: "You want to know? You really want to know? Fine! Yes! I poisoned her! A little bit at a time in her tea. Sweet antifreeze that she never tasted. And I watched her die slowly, painfully, while everyone ran around trying to figure out what was wrong."I closed my eyes, hearing those words again. Hearing my stepmother admit—proudly, viciously—that she'd murdered my mother.When the recording ended, the silence was deafening."Your Honor," Hayes said quietly, "we have toxicology evidence proving June Harvey was poisoned. We have opportunity and means—Sabrina Norman prepared the victim's tea daily. We have motive—an affair with the victim's husband

BRAHAM'S POVThe room was circular, with tiered seating rising up around a central floor. Every seat was full; Alphas from all fifteen territories under my jurisdiction, Elders from multiple packs, high-ranking wolves, and observers.At the center of the floor stood Roy, mid-speech, his expression one of false concern that barely masked his satisfaction.All eyes turned to me.I stood in the doorway for a long moment, letting them look. Letting them see that I was here, I was whole, and I was completely unbothered by their judgment.Then I walked down the central aisle toward my chair—an enormous thing carved from a single piece of ancient oak, positioned at the head of the circle where everyone could see me.Roy was still standing in the center, frozen mid-gesture."Alpha King," he said, injecting false relief into his voice. "We were beginning to worry. Given your absence, we thought perhaps…""You thought what, Roy?" I interrupted, settling into my chair with deliberate casualness.

SABRINA'S POVCounty Jail - Present Day"You need to understand what you're signing," Mabel Duncan said, spreading the plea agreement papers across the metal table in the visitation room. "This is an admission of guilt. Once you sign, there's no taking it back."I stared at the documents. The State of [State] v. Sabrina Norman. Plea Agreement for Murder in the First Degree."Life with possibility of parole after thirty years," I said flatly. "You already explained it.""Yes, but there's more." Mabel tapped a paragraph near the bottom. "You'll have to allocute—that means tell the court exactly what you did and why. In detail. In front of the judge, the prosecutors, the victim's family. If you can't or won't do that, the judge can reject the plea deal and send you to trial."The victim's family. Millie.I'd have to look that girl in the eye and describe how I'd murdered her mother. That would be the most amazing gift I’d give to her, watching her listen to every single detail of her mot