บททั้งหมดของ Married To The Alpha By Mistake : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

DEENA The Evers crest split like it had been waiting generations for the excuse.Wood cracked straight down the middle above the fireplace, the carved crescent and blade separating with a sharp, ugly sound that made half the room flinch. Dust fell over the mantel. One jagged piece broke loose and hit the hearth hard enough to chip stone.Xavier moved before it landed.Not in front of me.Beside me.His arm lifted, not touching, not grabbing, just there in case the world decided to throw more family symbolism at my head.I appreciated the restraint.I also hated that I noticed.The mark on my wrist burned bright enough to paint the dining room in moon-white light. The Wren symbol sat above the bent Evers crescent like it had paid rent and brought a lease. My smooth brown skin glowed around it, warm and alive, while every elder in the room stared like I had just pulled a knife out of a church altar.Nicole whispered, “Well, that feels legally relevant.”Mace said, “Nicole.”“What? I’m

DEENA My first mistake was believing the house could manage normal for more than six minutes.After the elders left, the mansion did what hospitals did after a code blue: someone cleaned up the mess, someone started coffee, and everyone pretended their hands weren’t still shaking.The split Evers crest stayed above the formal dining room fireplace like a threat with wood grain. Nobody touched it. Nobody even looked at it directly for long.I didn’t blame them.A family symbol cracking in half after my wrist lit up like supernatural evidence wasn’t exactly subtle.Xavier walked beside me into the kitchen, close enough that I could feel the heat of him, far enough that he wasn’t crowding me. That distance had intention in it. Effort. The kind of effort a man made when his instincts wanted to pick me up, put me in a tower, and murder anything with stairs.I noticed.I did not clap for him.Growth was nice, but I wasn’t handing out gold stars for basic bodily autonomy.The kitchen was wa

MACEPiper Ainsley came through the supply door with a syringe in one hand and terror in her eyes.Terror did not make her innocent.The needle was angled toward Deena’s IV port.Not her arm. Not her shoulder. The IV.Fastest route into her bloodstream.My wolf hit the inside of my skin like a locked door breaking open.I crossed the room before Piper’s thumb finished pressing the plunger. My hand closed around her wrist, crushing down hard enough that bone shifted beneath my grip. The syringe jerked sideways. A thin stream of cloudy liquid sprayed across the wall instead of into Deena’s vein.Piper screamed.I drove her back into the cabinet so hard glass instruments rattled in their trays.Lena lunged for Deena’s IV line. “Clamp it!”Deena’s hand jerked toward the tubing, but her fingers were clumsy from the suppressant. Lena reached first, snapping the clamp shut and ripping the line free from the exposed port.The scent hit me then.Ashthorn.Silver salt.Something old and bitter

DEENA Lena held the test in both hands.That was my first clue.Doctors didn’t hold negative pregnancy tests like they were live grenades. They glanced, tossed them, charted results, and moved on with their day. Lena Ortiz was not dramatic. She had dug silver fragments out of Xavier’s palm without flinching and treated Mace while he smoked like a burned steak because, apparently, werewolves and silver were a terrible combination.So the way she went still?Yeah.That told me before her mouth did.Nicole’s fingers tightened around mine. “Say it.”Lena looked at me, not Xavier through the door. Not Nicole. Not the test again.Me.“The urine test is positive.”The room tilted.Not poison-tilted this time. Not ashthorn and silver salt dragging my blood into slow motion.This was quieter.Deeper.Like the floor had politely stepped aside and left me standing over a drop I hadn’t known was there.I stared at her. “No.”Nicole made a small sound beside me.I shook my head. “No. That’s not d

XAVIER “Xavier Evers,” Deena said softly, “what the fuck did you just decide for me?”The three heartbeats kept fluttering through the machine.Fast.Fragile.Alive.They filled the medical room until there was no air left for reason.The truthful answer was simple.Everything.I had decided where she would sleep. Who would touch her food. Who would make medical decisions. Which wing would hold her. Which doors would lock. Which bodies would stand between her and the rest of the world.I had decided all of it in the space between one heartbeat and the next.Because my wolf had heard three tiny lives inside my wife and turned every shadow into a blade.Because Piper’s blood was barely dry.Because Rowan Vale had stolen from us, watched us, reached through mirrors and blood and old magic.Because Silas Evers sat imprisoned beneath my own house, and I still did not know how deep his rot had spread.Because Deena was human.Because she was not only human.Because I loved her.Because I w