All Chapters of Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ashley's POVThe pale glow of my phone's screen burned my eyes in the early morning. A significant amount of money had been deposited into the orphanage's account—it was the event budget. Right after, a text from Cecilia popped up."Good morning, Luna Ashley. The funds have been sent. Hebert and I spent quite some time discussing it in the study, and I managed to convince him to approve an additional 20% for your ‘charity work.' Maybe you can use the money to buy more supplements for your little pups. You know Hebert is always generous with the pack members, so don't feel pressured."Her words, dripping with condescension and superiority, made me feel sick. Paired with the nausea from my pregnancy, my stomach churned violently, forcing me to rush to the bathroom and dry heave over the sink.As I leaned against the cold surface of the sink, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror—a pale, exhausted face stared back at me. What was I even doing? Why was I feeling hurt? Hebert and I ha

I pulled my phone out of my pocket. The moment the screen lit up, a barrage of venomous words hit me like silver daggers dipped in wolfsbane, stabbing straight into my eyes. The Bloodmoon Pack's internal forum had exploded with rage."That outsider doesn't deserve to be our Luna! She's a useless wreck who can't even protect a bunch of pups!""This is exactly why Alpha Brian wanted her out of the pack—because of her incompetence!""This has to be a setup! She's definitely a spy sent by Brian to poison the future of our pack and destroy our foundation!"Some even aimed directly at Hebert."Has our Alpha been bewitched? How could he trust a woman carrying a Blackwood Pack brat to care for our kids? This is the biggest disgrace in Bloodmoon Pack history!" Those words made my stomach churn all over again. My trembling fingers swiped across the screen, each hateful comment stabbing into my already shattered heart like a blade. What terrified me more was how the number of insults and curses

Cecilia's POVThe deep burgundy wine swirled lazily in the crystal glass, its rich, enticing aroma hanging in the air. I stretched out on the velvet couch, my gaze drifting to the perfectly trimmed rose garden outside the window of the Bloodmoon Pack Manor. The sudden vibration of my phone broke the serene afternoon as the screen lit up on the polished redwood coffee table.Setting the glass down, I picked up the phone. A single message appeared: "The trap is sprung."I couldn't help but chuckle, "Good work!"I had to admit, Ashley wasn't entirely clueless. Managing to track down fleeting clues and making it up to the "Iris Tavern" halfway up the mountain within just forty-eight hours? That took some skill. The way she commanded the Alpha's private guards with such precision—it was almost enough to make her look the part of a true Luna.But at the end of the day, she was just an outsider. A second-rate leftover from the foul-smelling Blackwood Pack.She thought having the highest auth

I buried my face into the warm curve of his neck, the scent of cedar wrapping around me.My hands clung tightly to his shirt, made of finely woven fabric, my nails almost piercing through it."Don't be scared."Hebert's voice came from above me. It was low, gravelly, and steeped in barely-held restraint."I'm here. I'll take you home, Ashley."That one line hit me like a surge of electricity, stripping away every layer of composure I had painstakingly built.When that disgusting thug insulted me with vile words, I didn't shed a tear.Even when he tore my dress apart and shoved me to the rough, gritty dirt, I refused to cry.I forced myself to raise every thorn the world had left me, fighting back with venomous words, searching desperately for any chance of escape.But now, hearing his gentle reassurance, every bit of that armor crumbled to dust.I couldn't hold it together anymore.I sobbed uncontrollably in his arms, my thin shoulders shaking with the intensity I couldn't suppress.H

Ashley's POVScalding water poured over my skin, but it couldn't wash away the bone-deep chill clinging to me. I slipped into a clean silk robe and sat alone in the empty living room. The old brass clock ticked monotonously, its cold hands mercilessly crossing past 2 a.m. Sleep was out of the question. Every time I closed my eyes, the repulsive stench of that rogue wolf burst through my senses like an unwelcome memory. The only thing that could chase away this suffocating darkness was the strength of Hebert's arms.But he wasn't back yet.The heavy oak door creaked low and deep as it was pushed open from the outside. A suffocating, overpowering scent of blood instantly flooded the air in the living room. This wasn't the smell of a simple scrape or cut—it was the lingering stench of spilled, overwhelming death. Hebert strode inside, his movements deliberate and commanding. His expensive suit jacket had been discarded, leaving his white shirt with its sleeves roughly shoved up to his el