He called me fat....I stole his uncle의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Talia. By the time I got back, the anger I had brought with me had settled into something colder.What happened in Denver’s pack wasn’t just rejection, it was dismissal. The kind that strips everything down to nothing and leaves you standing there with no ground to recover on.And I refused to sit with that.If he wasn’t going to play his part, then the person who dragged me into this needed to answer for it.Christopher.The name alone tightened something in my chest as I made my way toward his quarters, my steps quicker than usual, my thoughts no longer careful or measured.Thinking hadn’t helped. Nothing had gone the way it was supposed to.Nothing.I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Then stopped.Not because I didn’t understand what I was seeing, but because I hadn’t expected it to look so careless.Christopher lay stretched across the bed, completely at ease, like nothing outside that room existed, like nothing was unraveling. Like none of this mattered.A

Denver. Five cycles.I didn’t need anyone to tell me how much time had passed since my last meeting with the council of Alphas. The implications of their warning follow me everywhere. I could barely close my eyes to sleep, not when I kept waking up like something had been taken while I wasn’t looking. Even my body had started acting like rest wasn’t necessary anymore.Every lead followed the same pattern—reports that sounded certain until they weren’t, scents that faded before they could settle into anything real, names that turned out to belong to someone else.It was always close enough to keep me moving, but never enough to finish it.I had men covering territories that didn’t even concern us—calling in favors I don’t give. Watching places I shouldn’t have to care about.Yet, nothing. At some point, I stopped calling it a coincidence. Every lead felt like I was always one step too late. Like someone had already moved her before I got there.I stood in my office, one hand braced

Selena.The room was quiet in a way I had come to depend on. Not empty, not lonely, just steady—the kind of quiet that gave my thoughts space to settle without rushing me.Books were spread across the bed around me, some open, others turned over with folded pages marking where I had stopped when exhaustion caught up with me. My notes lay beside them, messy but familiar, the ink slightly smudged where my hand had dragged across the page too many times.I shifted carefully, pressing one hand against the small of my back as I adjusted my position. Pregnancy had changed everything, not all at once, but enough that nothing felt entirely mine anymore. My body felt heavier these days, not just in weight, but in a way that made every movement something I had to think through first. Sitting, standing, turning, and even breathing sometimes felt deliberate.My gaze dropped to my stomach.Full. Tight. Alive.The scan had confirmed it months ago, but the reality still hadn’t settled in the way it

Selena. Cold. That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up, which was strange because I hardly ever got cold. Then came the sounds. A steady beeping somewhere close to me. The distant murmur of voices outside the room. The soft squeak of shoes moving across polished hospital floors. For a few long seconds, I lay there listening to it all, trapped somewhere between sleep and consciousness while my body struggled to catch up with my mind. When I finally tried to open my eyes, my eyelids felt unbearably heavy, and for one brief, terrifying moment panic flickered through me when they refused to cooperate immediately. But eventually they opened. White ceiling. Bright lights. Hospital. The memories returned slowly after that, arriving in broken fragments that pieced themselves together faster than I wanted them to. The contractions. The pain. Jameson’s voice is telling me to breathe. The operating theatre. Then— The babies. My entire body tensed instinctively. A dull

Denver.My mother waited until the entire packhouse settled before cornering me.I should have expected it.The moment I stepped out of the nursery wing after handing the child back to Talia, I caught sight of her standing at the far end of the corridor watching me with narrowed eyes and far too much understanding behind them.She didn’t speak then.That look alone already told me the conversation was coming.Now, hours later, she stood inside my office holding a glass of untouched wine while I remained near the window overlooking the darkened grounds outside.Silence stretched between us heavily.Waiting.“You felt it.”It wasn't a question.I kept my eyes on the darkness beyond the glass.“Yes.”Her grip tightened slightly around the stem of the glass before she exhaled slowly.“I knew the moment you touched him.”That didn’t surprise me.My mother missed very little when it came to me, especially not where instinct was concerned.The change had been immediate. Violent enough that h