All Chapters of Rejected and Pregnant with Alpha Twins: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

~Caden's POV~He starts the letter three times before he keeps any of it.The first attempt is too formal, the kind of language he uses in council correspondence, and he reads it back once and knows immediately it will mean nothing to two people who won't read it for another seventeen or eighteen years. The second attempt overcorrects, reaching for warmth in a register he isn't used to using on paper, and it comes out sounding like something written by a man performing feeling rather than a man simply having it. He crumples both and starts again at his desk, late, after the house has gone quiet and Selene has already taken herself to bed.The third attempt he doesn't crumple.He isn't entirely sure why the third one holds where the others didn't. Perhaps because by then he's stopped trying to sound like anything in particular and has simply started writing the way he'd speak if Lior and Asha were sitting across from him now, grown, asking him the questions he suspects they'll eventual

~Selene's POV~Petra's event is the first one she's organized entirely on her own in Cresthaven, and I attend it as a guest.This distinction matters more than it might look like from the outside. For most of the past year I've been present at every significant pack gathering in some organizing capacity, whether officially credited for it or not, the habit built into me so thoroughly from Silvermere that I have trouble sitting through an event without silently auditing its structure. Petra asked me, three weeks ago, whether I'd mind stepping back entirely from this one. Not because she didn't want my input. Because she wanted to know what it felt like to build something without me standing behind her checking the seams.I told her I thought that was exactly right, and I meant it, and I have spent the three weeks since trying not to offer advice she didn't ask for, which has been harder than I expected.The gathering is a community event, open to the wider pack rather than a specific s

~Selene's POV~Eleven months, and both twins are walking with a confidence that makes it hard to remember they only started a few weeks ago.They do it entirely differently, which surprises no one who has watched them do anything else entirely differently since birth. Asha walks the way she does everything, at a measured, deliberate pace, placing each foot with the care of someone conducting a private experiment in balance, rarely stumbling because she rarely commits to a step she hasn't already assessed. Lior walks at speed, or rather he attempts to run before he has any business running, and manages trajectory changes mid-stride that seem to defy whatever physics ought to apply to a creature his size, veering suddenly toward whatever new object has caught his attention with no warning given to his own legs beforehand.Their first joint mobility conference, as Dr. Amara calls it with the particular deadpan she reserves for the twins' developmental milestones, happens on an otherwise

~Selene's POV~Dr. Amara tells us over dinner, plainly, the way she tells us everything."I'm establishing a Cresthaven practice," she says. "Effective next month. I've already secured a space near Pack Hall and begun the transfer of my Silvermere caseload to two colleagues I trust."I set my fork down. "You're moving your entire practice here.""I am.""You didn't mention you were considering this.""I wasn't considering it," she says. "I decided it. The twins' dual-bloodline development requires consistent specialist oversight, and consistent oversight requires proximity. I can't provide the level of attention their development warrants from three hours away, checking in monthly and relying on secondhand reports from whichever local physician happens to be available in between. It isn't adequate. I've known it isn't adequate for some time.""You built your entire practice in Silvermere over years," I say. "Your reputation there. Your patients.""I have," she agrees. "And I've decide

~Caden's POV~Conrad's final communication arrives without warning, a single page, formal and brief in the way all of Conrad's professional correspondence has been since the investigation first began.Caden reads it at his desk, alone, late in the afternoon when the rest of the household has settled into the ordinary rhythm of early evening. The page confirms what he'd already suspected, in broad terms, from the silence of the past several months. Vivienne has left inter-pack territories entirely. She's relocated to a human city on the continent, somewhere far enough removed from pack politics that she's effectively outside the reach of any pack's formal authority, any Council's jurisdiction, any consequence that might once have found her here.She is, according to Conrad's careful assessment, alive. Comfortable enough, by whatever standard applies to a woman who lost every advantage she'd spent years building. Entirely irrelevant to anything happening within pack territories now, no