Semua Bab Addicted to His Rejected Mate: Bab 31 - Bab 40

[Sera]My mind goes blank, filled with nothing but echoes. Eight weeks pregnant. The doctor's words hang in the air like a bad dream I can't shake off. Fluorescent lights hum above me, too bright, too harsh, making everything feel unreal. But it is real. Too damn real.The door creaks open, and Ryan shuffles in, balancing a paper cup. His eyes widen as he catches the tail end of the doctor's explanation, and the cup slips from his fingers, hitting the floor with a wet splat. Water splashes across the tiles, pooling at his feet.He stares at the mess for just a heartbeat, then drops to his knees, scrambling to mop it up with his sleeve. "Sorry, I..." He trails off, standing up with the soggy cup crushed in his hand, staring at it like he doesn't know what to do next. "I'll just... throw this out." His voice comes out in a stammer, eyes skittering away from mine.The doctor glances between us, her eyebrow quirking just a fraction. "Are you the baby's father?"Ryan freezes, then turns a

[Killian] I walk away like none of it touched me. Steady steps. No rush. No hesitation. Just forward, because turning back would mean admitting it got to me. Victoria's heels click behind me, light and victorious, like she's just won a prize she didn't earn. "See?" she murmurs, voice pitched low, conspiratorial. "That's the type she is. Already draped over some nobody like a cheap coat. Pathetic." My jaw locks so tight it aches. Adam's apple bobs once, like I'm swallowing molten lead. I don't respond. Don't turn. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing my face. Inside, my wolf is a goddamn hurricane. It's not just anger. It's rage, pure and feral, like someone's ripped the skin off my territory and paraded it around. He snarls, crashes against my ribs, wants control. Wants me to spin back, wants me to tear that hand off her waist. Ryan's hand. That smug bastard's fingers curled around her like he owns something I marked first. That woman crashed my engagement party the othe

[Sera]"What are you hiding?"Killian's voice slices through the heavy silence, low and probing, like he's already peeling back my layers.My lips part, but nothing comes out. Panic claws up my throat.The door swings open behind us, saving me from the tense situation.A woman steps through, mid-thirties, with black hair brushing her shoulders and dressed in a simple charcoal dress that could pass for corporate-casual anywhere else. If I saw her on the street, I'd think accountant, maybe. Lawyer.But her eyes kill that thought instantly.They're ancient and depthless, like staring into a well that goes down forever."Elowen Vale." Her voice carries a strange resonance, as if it's reaching me from very far away. "Call me Elowen."Her gaze slides between me and Killian, weighing something invisible. Whatever storm was brewing in Killian's question fizzles out."Before we begin," she says, stepping past us toward the center of the room, "I'll explain what this ritual entails. I hate bein

[Sera]The day after the ritual went to hell, I realize I'm being tailed. Liam's crew, or Killian's spies, same difference. They're everywhere, lurking in coffee shops, pretending to scroll on phones across the street, blending into the crowd like shadows with a paycheck.It takes me a while to clock their shift pattern. Shifts swap at 4 AM and 2 PM, with this sloppy fifteen-minute overlap where they high-five or whatever and leave a gap. Not much, but enough to slip through if I'm smart.The question gnawing at me isn't how. It's what next.

[Sera]"That's impossible," I say, my voice scraping out tight and raw. "I've been tested since I was a kid. Elders, doctors, everyone said I was wolfless."Liora's gaze doesn't waver. "They weren't wrong. Not exactly. Your wolf sealed itself away. Buried deep, undetectable by their crude methods.""Sealed? Why?"She leans against the cluttered table, firelight carving shadows into her unnaturally smooth face. "Did you go through something traumatic as a child?"