All Chapters of Carrying the Lycan Alpha's baby.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 41 CAROLINE “Absolutely not.” I stare at Salvatore across the apartment kitchen and tighten my grip around my coffee mug. “You cannot be serious.” “I am very serious. It’s Saturday. nd you are staying home.” He decides, shoulders squared. I blink slowly at him. “You dragged me into your supernatural cult city against my will, erased my medical career, stationed guards outside my apartment, and now you’re banning me from work?” His jaw tightens slightly. “You’ve worked thirteen days straight.” “I’m a doctor.” I roll my eyes. “You are pregnant.” He snaps. “I’m not fragile.” I bite back. “You collapsed three days ago.” He glares at me. “Because your people apparently feel emotions like biological warfare!” I scream, my chest hurting. He makes me so an

CHAPTER 43SALVATOREI wake before she does.She lies against my chest, warm and soft beneath the grey morning light pouring through the curtains. Her hair is spread across my arm and pillow, tangled from sleep and my hands. One of her legs is hooked over mine possessively, and my wolf is quieter than usual.I stare at the ceiling for a long moment, listening to her heartbeat beneath the steady sound of rain hitting the windows outside.My hand slides slowly over her back. I touch her like I need proof she’s still here.Last night should not have happened. Everything between us has spiralled completely out of control. The sex was not the problem. It is never just sex with Caroline. It is the aftermath, the intimacy, and the softness.My gaze drifts downward to her face again.She’s asleep deeply for once. She looks younger like this, and peaceful. She’s safe.My chest tightens painfully. I should move, but I don’t. Instead, I continue watching her breathe. It is absolutely fucking pat

CHAPTER 45SALVATOREThe council chamber falls silent the second I walk in.The heavy wooden doors shut behind me with a low thud. Every eye turns toward me immediately. Tension thickens the air. They’re quiet, watching me, staring at the blood on my hands.The long obsidian table stretches across the centre of the room beneath the dim amber lights overhead. Ancient carvings line the black stone walls, wolves etched beside crescent moons and old war markings from centuries ago. The room smells like cedarwood, smoke, power, and fear.I look at Viktor, and he’s too arrogant. Beside him is Dominic, calmer and far more intelligent than most of the council combined. Belle sits near the eastern end of the table. Unlike Sage, Belle belongs to an established coven. The witches under her command serve the pack through healing, rituals, warding, and diplomacy. She also knows about the baby, but will die before speaking.Her gaze drops briefly to the blood on my hands before lifting back to my fa

CHAPTER 47CAROLINEAfter so much confusion, I pull Sage towards the archives unit. It sits buried beneath the hospital. There are no windows or sunlight, just rows of old medical records, metal shelves, flickering lights and so much dust.“This is creepy,” I mutter, scanning another shelf.Beside me, Sage snorts softly. “You’re saying that like you don’t work around dying people every day.”“That’s different.” I push away cobwebs“How?”“Those dying people are alive first.”She laughs quietly under her breath, which surprises me because she barely laughs.I slide another box free and carry it toward the table we’ve occupied for the last hour.Digital records keep disappearing. Patient histories were wiped and bloodwork altered. Someone is tampering with the outbreak data, and I need to know why. Sage sits cross-legged on top of the table, completely unbothered by the chaos around us. Old files surround her in messy piles while she flips through them carefully.“You organise like a cr

CHAPTER 49CAROLINEI wake up feeling fear that does not belong to me. It crashes into me so hard my eyes snap open instantly.For one horrible second, I think someone is inside the apartment again. My heart slams painfully against my ribs as I sit upright too fast, nausea twisting through me immediately after.The room is dark except for the dim lamp near the kitchen.Sage is asleep beside me on the couch, curled under the blanket with one arm hanging off the edge. We are alone. The television is still running quietly. We are fine. There are guards outside the door, but I am still afraid.Then I realise the fear is not mine, but Salvatore’s. I press my hand against my chest hard enough to hurt. “Oh my God,” I whisper, my stomach knotting.It feels wrong as if something sharp is lodged beneath my ribs. Unease crawls through me so intensely that my skin prickles. I throw the blanket off carefully, trying not to wake Sage, but the second my feet touch the floor, I hear movement outside