Todos los capítulos de Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas (18+): Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 96

It's so fucking cold, and the iciness of the air sinks deeper into my skin with every shaky breath I take. I'm crouched behind an old caravan, Snowie is curled tight in her cot beside me—she keeps mewling, probably because of the tension and all. I can't even comfort her, I'm shaken myself, burning up with a fever, my stomach churning so much it feels like I want to puke. Cassie is pacing around a few feet away, she's scanning the tree line, just in case we’re being followed. Her shirt is dirty with blood—though the claw marks on her face are already healing. Werewolf gifts. A gift I wish Noah had. He’d probably still be alive, crouching beside me or petting Snowie. God, I'm in so much pain. I can't even stop crying, my cheeks are all iced up. "Jaxon and the betas are close," Cassie suddenly announces as she walks back toward me. "I can smell them. They'll be here any second." Her words should flood me with relief that Jaxon is alive, that Jaxon is coming. My mate, my anchor, the

((JAXON)) Five months have carved holes in my heart, streaked dark circles beneath my eyes, and turned every breath I take into a struggle to stay alive. I wake each morning reaching for her, only to find cold sheets and her scent still lingering on the pillow. My mate—my Belle—is gone. She's carrying our pup somewhere in the world where I can’t protect them, and that knowledge is slowly eating me alive. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can barely think past the constant ache in my chest that feels like someone ripped out half my heart and left the wound open to the air. It's early May, hard to believe I've survived all these months. I still remember that night. I'd came home expecting to find her curled in our bed, safe and warm and still angry with me. I would have taken her anger over this silence. But Cassie met me at the door with teary eyes and told me Belle had gone to see her aunt. Fine. That was understandable. So I waited. All evening. All night—for her. Dawn came,

Cassie and Sally had outdone themselves. But of course, they are the bestest aunties anyone could ever ask for. Our large living room—Jaxon’s and mine—was decorated in pink ribbons and balloons, purple-themed cupcakes, and moon-shaped bulbs casting a warm glow over the gathered pack. I hadn’t expected almost everyone to show up for our little girl’s naming ceremony. But that’s what a pack is, right? They travel together and turn up for each other. Thank God Jaxon persuaded me—in the kinkiest way—to let him build a giant farmhouse for us. The room is alive with small talks, laughter, and clinks of drinks. Several people surround my baby’s cradle, cooing and making baby talks at her. Oh, she’s the cutest. She looks just like me but has her daddy’s eyes. Jaxon is obsessed with her. She’s only six months old, but she has him wrapped around her little finger. He calls her Moon, and he’d finished her crib he started months ago, carving a moon into the front panel. “They’re in love