Alle Kapitel von Pregnant After My Triplets Mate Rejected Me: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Chapter 141: Elara's POV The pack wakes before I do.I feel it before I'm fully conscious , a soft murmur at the edges of my awareness, hundreds of small threads of feeling brushing against something in my chest that has apparently decided mornings are the time to make itself fully known. I open my eyes to grey pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains of our bedroom, Ryker's arm heavy across my waist, Ronan's steady breathing from the other side, and I lie very still, trying to understand what I'm sensing.It doesn't feel invasive. That's the first thing I notice, once I've fully surfaced into consciousness... it doesn't feel like an intrusion into privacy, like I'm eavesdropping on hundreds of private lives I have no right to access. It feels more like standing in a large room full of quiet conversation, aware of the general texture of the sound without being able to make out specific words.I slip carefully out of bed, careful not to wake either of them, and cross to the balco

Chapter 143: Elara's POV "You've been tired lately."Winifred says it without looking up from the supply inventory she's conducting, her voice carrying the specific casual observation of someone who's spent thirty years noticing exactly this kind of thing in the healers she's trained. I pause in my own work, a treatment tray halfway restocked, and consider her comment properly before responding."I have been," I admit. "More than usual.""And your appetite's shifted. You didn't finish lunch yesterday, which I've never once seen you do in the four months you've worked alongside me."I look at her, something clicking into place that I hadn't fully let myself consider until she said it aloud. "You think — ""I think you should run a test," she says, still not looking up, her tone deliberately neutral, giving me the space to reach my own conclusion without her pushing me toward it. "Just to know. Whatever the answer is."I finish my shift in a fog, my mind circling the possibility with

Chapter 145: Elara's POV "The Regional Council will now hear testimony regarding the charges against Vivian Kane." I sit in the third row of the Council hearing hall, Ryker beside me, Ronan and Rafe on my other side, and watch Vivian being led to the defendant's position at the front of the room. She looks different than she did that night in the caretaker's cottage smaller, somehow, dressed plainly rather than in the careful expensive presentation she always maintained, her hair pulled back without any of its usual styling. She doesn't look at me when she enters. I don't know if that's shame or strategy, and I find, watching her, that I don't particularly care which. "Ms. Kane," the presiding Council member says, an older wolf named Elder Osei whose reputation for fairness apparently extends across the entire northern territories. "You stand charged with the kidnapping of a minor child, conspiracy to commit harassment against a civilian, and multiple counts of endangerment stemmi

Chapter 147: Elara's POV "Something's wrong."I say it quietly, my hand pressed against my rounded stomach, and I feel Ryker go instantly alert beside me, abandoning the Council document he's been reviewing to focus entirely on my face."What kind of wrong?" he asks, already reaching for his phone to call Winifred."I don't know," I say, trying to identify the specific sensation that pulled me from sleep. "Cramping. Not painful exactly, but present in a way it wasn't an hour ago."We're five months into the pregnancy now, my stomach visibly rounded with the specific shape of twins, and every appointment so far has confirmed steady healthy progress. This is the first time something has felt off enough to worry me."I'm calling Winifred," Ryker says, already dialing. "And Ronan and Rafe."Within twenty minutes, Winifred has arrived at our home, her expression carefully neutral in the specific way healers maintain composure regardless of internal concern, and she conducts a thorough ex

Chapter 149"Elara Voss. Or should I say Luna now?"I turn at the familiar voice and find Marcus standing near the entrance to the Nightshade market square, a warm smile spreading across his face as he takes in my rounded stomach and the specific glow that apparently comes with successful pregnancy. I haven't seen him in nearly six months not since I moved to Nightshade, our contact reduced to occasional messages checking in on each other's lives."Marcus." I cross the distance between us, pulling him into a hug despite my awkward new center of gravity. "What are you doing here?""Visiting, actually," he says, stepping back to look at me properly. "I have a colleague here, Dr. Pat mentioned some interesting case studies from your healer's suite, and I thought I'd combine professional curiosity with checking in on an old friend.""I'm glad you did," I say, and mean it completely. "How have you been? Really."He considers the question seriously, the way he's always considered importan