บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Wife, The Lycan King's Obsession : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 169

Gianna reached her chamber, her entire body trembling with the effort of running and the weight of everything she had just learned.She closed the door quietly behind her and leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was still pounding wildly in her chest. Her legs felt weak beneath her.Mixed feelings crashed through her like waves.Fear at what Elias had said. Surprise at the revelation of her pregnancy. Happiness at the possibility of carrying Nolan's child. Curiosity about what this meant for everything. And countless what-ifs spinning through her mind like a tornado.Was she actually pregnant? Could Elias have been wrong? Was it possible that she wasn't carrying a child at all?But even as she questioned it, something deep inside her seemed to confirm the truth. A knowing. A certainty that existed beneath her doubt.If she was pregnant, that called for celebration. That meant she and Nolan would have a child. A son or daughter. An heir to the throne.But what if sh

Nolan watched Gianna's face carefully as she assured him she was alright.He didn't believe her.There was something in her eyes, a shadow that hadn't been there before. A weight that seemed to press down on her even as she tried to smile at him.But he didn't pry. He didn't push her to tell him what was wrong.Part of him felt guilty for how rough he had been with her the previous night. He had taken her with a desperation that bordered on violence, driven by a need that he couldn't fully understand. He had been trying to lose himself in her, trying to forget the terrible choice that the healer had presented to him.The choice between his life and Gianna's.He couldn't make that choice. He wouldn't. But the knowledge of it, the fact that it had even been suggested, weighed on him like a physical burden.So he didn't press Gianna for answers she clearly wasn't ready to give. Instead, he got her something to eat, watching carefully as she picked at the food. He held her close to him, w

Nolan felt like the world was crumbling around him.Gianna's threat to hurt herself hung in the air between them, a heavy and terrible thing. He could see the resolve in her eyes, the desperation that drove her to make such a statement.And he knew he couldn't let her follow through.He couldn't bear the thought of her harming herself, especially not because of him. Not because he was too stubborn or too afraid to tell her the truth.So he took a deep breath, and he spoke the words that he had been holding inside for so long."I'm dying, Gianna."The words felt strange on his tongue. Foreign. Like they belonged to someone else's life, not his own.But they were the truth. The awful, inescapable truth.Gianna's face went pale. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, Nolan thought she might faint.But she didn't. Instead, she moved to his side, her hands reaching for him, her touch gentle and trembling."What do you mean?" she whispered. "How... how long have you known?"Nolan closed his ey

Gianna stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the warm cloak around her shoulders. Her heart was racing with anticipation and curiosity, wondering what surprise Nolan had in store for her.When she stepped out of the closet, Nolan was waiting for her. He looked at her with such love and admiration that it took her breath away. Without a word, he swept her into his arms, carrying her bridal style out of their chambers and through the palace corridors.The night air was cool against Gianna's face as they stepped outside. Nolan carried her to a waiting carriage, settling her gently inside before climbing in beside her. The carriage lurched forward, and they began to move through the darkness.As they traveled, the path grew narrower and the trees grew thicker. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows across their faces. Nolan kept his arms around Gianna, holding her close and pressing soft kisses to her hair, her cheeks, her lips."Where are we going?" Gianna

Nolan was silent for a long moment after Gianna's plea for honesty, his eyes distant, his expression torn. She could see the internal struggle playing out across his face, the desire to protect her warring with the need to share his burdens.Finally, he sighed, his shoulders sagging as if a great weight had settled upon them."My father," he began, his voice low and heavy, "he searched everywhere for a cure. He traveled to the farthest reaches of the earth, consulted with every healer and wise person he could find. But there was no solution to be found."He paused, his eyes meeting Gianna's, a deep sadness in their depths."In his desperation, he even went so far as to marry one of the most powerful witches in the land. He thought her magic could save him, that her powers could break the curse."Gianna's eyes widened, shock rippling through her."Your mother was a witch?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Nolan nodded, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth."Yes,"