Todos los capítulos de Rejected and Pregnant with Alpha Twins: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

~Selene's POV~Petra asks the question over coffee, on an ordinary Wednesday morning, with no particular ceremony attached to it."Are you happy?"We're at the small table near the kitchen window, the one that's become our regular spot when she visits from her own place across the territory, the coffee between us still too hot to drink properly, and she asks it the way she asks most things, direct and unhurried, without the careful padding some people use to soften a question they suspect might be difficult to answer.I don't answer immediately, and I notice her letting the silence sit rather than filling it, which tells me she actually wants the real answer rather than the quick reassurance a lesser version of the question might invite."Yes," I say eventually. "With two qualifications.""I'm listening."I think about how to say it accurately, the way I think through most things that matter, taking my time rather than rushing toward whatever sounds good in the moment. "The first qual

~Rhys's POV~Rhys allows himself, on quiet afternoons like this one, the rare indulgence of simply watching Pack Hall function rather than actively managing any part of it.He's at his usual position near the administrative corridor, close enough to the day's operations to intervene if something genuinely requires it, far enough removed that most people passing through don't register him as anything other than a fixture of the hallway, the way they might register a particular piece of furniture that's simply always been there. He prefers it this way. He's never needed to be seen doing the watching in order to actually do it well.He watches Selene move through the corridor toward the governance office, unhurried, stopping twice along the way to answer questions from junior staff who clearly feel comfortable enough to simply approach her rather than routing their questions through formal channels first. He watches her handle both questions efficiently, without condescension, the same p

~Selene's POV~I hear them before I reach the nursery doorway.It's an ordinary afternoon, the twins down for what's meant to be quiet time before dinner, and I'm passing through the upstairs hallway when the sound stops me, unmistakable even through the closed door, two voices engaged in something that is clearly, unmistakably, a conversation.Lior's voice is animated, rising in the particular register he uses when he's making a point he considers important, a rapid stream of sound that includes recognizable English words scattered among something else entirely, syllables I don't recognize from any language I know, pack dialect mixed with something that isn't quite that either. Asha's responses come more measured, certain, unhurried, the same deliberate quality she brings to everything, answering whatever Lior is saying with what sounds, unmistakably, like actual counter-argument rather than simple babble.I stand in the doorway without going in, without interrupting, for the better

~Caden's POV~The office is quiet by late afternoon, the day's correspondence mostly cleared, and Caden finds himself with an unusual window of stillness before the household's evening rhythm calls him home.He isn't in crisis. That's the thing he notices first, sitting here with the day's last few items in front of him and nothing urgent pressing against any of it. There was a time, not so long ago, when quiet moments like this one inevitably filled themselves with the specific anxious churn of a man working through guilt he hadn't yet learned how to hold properly. This isn't that. This is simply a man at his desk, at the end of an ordinary day, with room enough to think without needing the thinking to resolve anything in particular.He lets himself consider what he actually knows now that he didn't know at the beginning.The list isn't long. He's aware of that as he assembles it, aware that a year and a half of genuine transformation doesn't necessarily produce volume, only precisio

~Third-Person Close, Pack Perspective~What the pack calls her has settled, over the second year, into something no one formally assigned and everyone nonetheless understands completely.Formally, in council records and any document requiring full and proper address, she is co-Alpha Selene Ashford Blackwell, the title constructed carefully by the elder council in the months following her return, precise enough to satisfy the formal requirements of pack law while making unmistakably clear that her authority sits equal to Caden's rather than beneath it. It appears in every governance document, every formal correspondence, every piece of the pack's official architecture that requires her name recorded alongside her actual standing.Informally, among nearly everyone in daily pack life, she remains simply Luna. Not a title she asked to reclaim. It arrived back around her on its own, in the mouths of guards at Pack Hall's entrance, in the greetings of pack members passing her on the road, i