All Chapters of Rejected and Pregnant with Alpha Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~Caden’s POV~Conrad does not use the word leak in his preliminary report.He uses the phrase schedule-consistent entry pattern, which is more precise and considerably more damaging, because it means the same thing without the imprecision of metaphor. The three Ironmere wolves who crossed the eastern boundary four nights ago did not guess at the rotation gap. They knew it. The entry and exit times, cross-referenced against Cresthaven's logged patrol records for the preceding six weeks, show a pattern of four prior proximity events, wolves near the boundary line but not crossing, each one occurring during the same category of gap. Not the same gap. The same category.They have been testing the schedule's consistency for six weeks before the crossing."Someone has been passing this information for at least that long," Conrad says. "Possibly longer. The six-week window is what I can confirm against the proximity logs. Before that the logs don't have sufficient granularity to draw the co

~Caden’s POV~Conrad's confirmation arrives on a Tuesday at half past two in the afternoon — a single page, hand-delivered rather than routed through the internal system, which is the protocol they established at the beginning of this particular investigation precisely because the investigation concerns someone with access to internal systems.Caden reads it at his desk without standing.The name is Fenwick. Mid-rank Gamma, eastern patrol division, eight years in the pack's service with a clean record until approximately ten months ago. Three payments, the first landing in an account registered under his mother's maiden name forty-three days after Vivienne Cole arrived in Ironmere territory. The account originated from a financial entity two steps removed from the same Ironmere-adjacent network that underwrote the shell company Caden's financial team traced three months ago. The amounts are not large enough to be immediately visible in a routine audit. They are large enough, Conrad n

~Selene's POV~No one planned it.That is the thing she will remember afterward — not the food Dax brought, not the particular quality of light in the apartment at seven in the evening, not the way Miriam's chair has developed the specific indentation of someone who has sat in it every day for seven months. She will remember that no one planned it and it happened anyway, the way certain things happen when the conditions are simply right and the people involved have stopped needing a reason to be in the same room.Dax had arrived first, at half past five, carrying a parcel from the market without explanation. He set it on the counter and began unpacking it with the same economy he brings to everything — no announcement, no performance, simply the efficient movement of a man who identified a task and is completing it. There was bread and a jar of something that smelled of rosemary and oil, and a portion of the slow-cooked lamb from the stall on the eastern end of the market that Selene

~Selene's POV~ The room has settled into the particular quiet that follows something enormous. Not silence — Lior has made clear, in the forty minutes since his arrival, that silence is not a register he intends to inhabit for long. But the specific quality of noise has changed from the functional sounds of Dr. Amara working and Miriam moving and the long hours of labour resolving themselves into outcome, into something softer. Lior's sounds now are the sounds of someone who has registered that the world contains warmth and is cautiously revising his initial assessment of it. Asha makes almost no sound at all. She is in Selene's left arm. Lior is in her right. She has been holding them this way for twenty minutes, adjusting the weight of each with the careful attention of someone learning a new geography, and what she has discovered is that the geography of two is different from the geometry of one — not more difficult, simply more precise, requiring a different kind of balance. S

~Selene's POV~The appointment is at nine.She is up before six, as she has been since the twins arrived — Lior announcing himself at five forty-three with the particular urgency of someone who has decided that the household's sleep schedule is a matter he intends to adjudicate personally. She feeds him in the chair by the window while the city outside is still in its pre-dawn grey, one hand curved around his head, the other resting in her lap, and she watches him eat with the focused attention of someone still learning the specific rhythms of another person. He is very clear about his rhythms. He has been clear about them since approximately the second hour of his life.Asha is still asleep.This is consistent with Asha. She wakes on her own terms, assesses her surroundings at whatever pace she requires, and signals her needs with a patience that is so unlike her brother's that Selene sometimes watches her in the early morning and thinks: already yourself. Already entirely, completel