All Chapters of Carrying the Lycan Alpha's baby.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 22CAROLINEI wake up choking.There’s no warning, no slow pull out of sleep. One second I’m unconscious, and the next I’m sitting upright with my throat burning and my stomach twisting so violently it feels like something inside me is trying to rip its way out.I barely make it off the bed.My knees hit the floor hard, palms slamming against the wood as bile rushes up my throat. It’s sudden, aggressive, nothing like the mild nausea I expected when I first found out I was pregnant.This is not that.“Fuck.”I gag again, my entire body folding in on itself as another wave hits. It doesn’t stop. It doesn’t ease. It builds, sharp and relentless, dragging everything out of me until there’s nothing left.My body doesn’t get the memo. It keeps going. I start dry heaving now, violent and painful. My throat burns, my chest tight, eyes watering so badly I can barely see.What the hell is this?Oh God.I know pregnancy.I’ve studied it. I’ve treated it. I’ve watched it progress in real

CHAPTER 24SALVATOREShe collapses in my arms.“Caroline.”I catch her before she hits the floor, pulling her against me. Her weight settles fully this time, limp, unresisting. For a moment, something cold grips my chest.“Caroline.”Her pulse is there, too fast, erratic, but steady enough. Her breathing is shallow and uneven. My jaw tightens. This is not a sickness. This is not pregnancy. This is something else. Something I have never seen before.I lift her easily, carrying her back to the bed. Her head lolls slightly against my shoulder, her skin warmer than it should be, flushed in a way that isn’t natural. She’s burning thr

CHAPTER 26 CAROLINEI shouldn’t have followed him, but I couldn’t stay still. I had been scared, then I heard the screams. I don’t want to admit it, but I only came out because I was worried for him, worried he had been attacked by a wild animal, but now, it is obvious that I was deeply mistaken.He is covered in blood, so much blood.The scent hits me hard, metallic, heavy and suffocating. It coats the back of my throat, settles on my tongue until I can almost taste it. My stomach turns, but nothing comes up this time. There’s nothing left in me, only fear.It spreads through my veins, bones, and settles under my skin.He’s drenched. It drips from his hands, his arms, streaks across his chest, dark and wet under the moonlight. His body is wrong … half-changed, his eyes are glowing in the dark, and his hands, oh God, are not hands, not fully. His hands are clawed, thickened, and wrong. His mouth is covered in blood, and his teeth are fangs.His chest rises and falls slowly. I feel my

CHAPTER 28SALVATOREI wait until she falls asleep before I step outside.The cabin door shuts softly behind me, but the sound still feels too loud in the silence. The woods are darker now, colder. Blood still stains the earth somewhere behind the trees, and rogue bodies are already beginning to rot where they fell.I should feel calmer. She’s alive. The baby is alive. I killed every single one of them, yet rage crawls under my skin anyway, violently.I walk away from the cabin before I lose control and punch through the fucking walls.My hands flex at my sides.How did they find her again?How were they able to find us so fast? How did they know exactly where we were? How?I replay everything over and over, every scent trail, every sound, every shift in the wind. They should not have gotten that close. No rogue is skilled enough to sneak past me so easily, not when I was actively hunting the perimeter.This means something is deeply wrong with me. I’m losing my edge.I stop near the

CHAPTER 30SALVATOREI clench my jaw hard, trying to forget the look of utter devastation on Caroline’s face. Slade is standing near the window, and Sage sits beside him. She’s watching me, and I know whatever she wants to say will piss me off.I don’t sit down. I can’t rest. Caroline is in the apartment. She’s safe. It is the only fact I allow to exist cleanly in my mind. Everything else is noise.Slade breaks it first. “You’re making a mistake.”My gaze flicks to him.He doesn’t flinch. “You can’t lock her away and pretend that solves anything,” he continues. “It doesn’t stop rogues. It doesn’t stop what’s already moving. It just isolates her.”“Isolates her from death,” I say flatly.“That’s not the same thing,” he replies.Something sharp passes through my chest, unwanted and irritating, and I don’t respond. I don’t want to continue the conversation.Sage shifts slightly behind him. “I’ve been reading,” she says softly.My attention snaps to her instantly. She’s a fucking gypsy fo