《Oops! I Crashed the Alpha King’s Wedding. . .》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

Callie POVThe Voss estate was wrapped in darkness, but my mind burned brighter than any light.I stood alone in my private study, the heavy velvet curtains drawn tight against the night. A single lamp cast a golden pool across the large oak desk covered in medical reports, delivery schedules, encrypted messages, and photographs of Hazel Hudson. Her rounded belly in the latest surveillance images made my stomach twist with pure hatred.Nylah entered quietly, closing the door behind her. She carried a slim black folder and a small vial of clear liquid. Her eyes were sharp, focused, and just as consumed by this mission as mine.“It’s finalized,” she said, setting the materials on the desk. “The tainted prenatal vitamins will be delivered tomorrow morning. Identical packaging, identical labels, identical dosage instructions. Our doctor has mixed in a precise combination of herbs that will induce strong contractions and internal bleeding within three to five days of regular use. It will

Alpha Asher POVThe safe house was too quiet when I arrived.I had driven faster than usual, the black SUV eating up the miles between the city and the protected hill. After another brutal meeting with my family, all I wanted was to see Hazel. To hold her. To feel our child kick against my hand and remind myself why I was fighting so hard.But something felt wrong the moment the gates opened.The guards at the entrance were tense. One of them stepped forward as I parked, his face pale.“Alpha,” he said quickly. “She’s gone.”The words hit me like ice water.I was out of the car before he finished speaking. “What do you mean, gone?”Maria met me at the front door, her hands twisting together. “She left a note, sir. Packed a small bag. We didn’t see her leave — one of the side gates was disabled for a few minutes. The cameras caught her slipping out on foot about forty minutes ago.”I pushed past her into the house. The living room was empty. Lucas and Dottie were in the garden, but Haz

Hazel POVThe pain was unbearable now.It had started as sharp cramps low in my abdomen, but within the hour it had become a constant, tearing fire that radiated through my back and pelvis. I lay curled on my side in the large bed of the safe house, clutching my rounded belly with both hands as if I could physically hold the baby inside me. Warm blood soaked through the towels Maria had brought, staining the sheets beneath me.“Hold on,” I whispered through gritted teeth, tears streaming down my face. “Please, little one… hold on for Mommy.”The baby’s movements had grown weaker. The strong kicks that had become so familiar were now faint, sporadic flutters. Each one sent a fresh wave of terror through me. I was losing our child. Callie’s trap was working.Mom burst into the room, her face pale with fear. “Hazel! Oh God, you’re bleeding so much!” She rushed to my side, pressing clean towels against me while her hands shook. “Lucas! Call the medic! Now!”Lucas limped in moments later,

Hazel POVThe private medical wing was quiet except for the soft, steady beep of the heart monitor.I lay in the large hospital bed, propped up by several pillows, my body still weak from the blood loss and the violent contractions that had nearly taken our baby. The room smelled of antiseptic and fresh flowers — Asher had filled every available surface with bouquets. Soft golden light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything. It was the third day since the emergency, and the doctors had finally said the worst was over. The bleeding had stopped. The contractions had calmed. Our baby’s heartbeat was strong and steady again.But I still felt fragile. Like glass that had been cracked and carefully glued back together.Asher hadn’t left my side for more than a few minutes since he had carried me here. He sat in the armchair beside the bed now, his large frame folded into the chair, one hand resting gently on my belly while the other held a book he had been readin

Hazel POVThe safe house had become our quiet sanctuary, a world suspended between danger and hope.Seven months pregnant now.My body felt heavy and full, the baby’s movements strong and constant. I could no longer hide the pregnancy even if I tried. My back ached with a deep, persistent throb. My ankles swelled noticeably by evening. Sleep came in short bursts interrupted by the baby’s kicks or the occasional cramp that made me catch my breath. Yet every time I felt that little life moving inside me, a wave of fierce, protective love washed over everything else.Asher had become my anchor.He spent nearly every night here now, refusing to be away from me for long. The pressure from his family had not eased — they still threatened disownment and removal from the throne — but he refused to bend. Instead, he showed his love in quiet, tender ways that slowly dismantled the walls around my heart.One warm afternoon, he found me resting on the wide chaise in the sunroom, a book on my lap