All Chapters of I Woke Up Engaged To An Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SIGRUN “Sh.it. This is all fu.cked up, for real,” Eva breathed, cradling a mug of coffee in her hands. All three of us were seated in different spots in the living room—me on the couch, Eva sprawled in the vintage armchair, and Princess Sigrun perched nervously on the edge of a kitchen stool, clutching a glass of water. “So,” Eva said. “Let me get this straight. The bad guy—Krev—put a magic-blocking dog collar around your neck, drew blood, and then bam... you vanished into thin air and popped back into your bedroom?” “It’s called Moon-Iron,” Princess Sigrun spoke up softly, setting her glass down with a tiny clink. She looked up, her eyes shadowed with guilt. “I read about it in the forbidden vaults of the Windsmoor castle library when I…when I realized I had magic. Centuries ago, during the Mage Purge, the crown used Moon-Iron collars to suppress mages before executing them. It’s designed to trap magic, suffocating a caster's power so they can’t fight back or escape.” I frowned,

SIGRUN“You’re pregnant, Ms. Parker. Congratulations,” Dr. Mehra said with a smile.Beside the bed, Eva sucked in a sharp, jagged breath. Her hands flew to her mouth, her eyes widening until they looked like they might pop out of her head.Princess Sigrun let out a soft, gasped choke from the corner."No," I said instantly, shaking my head on the pillow. "No. That's... that's impossible. You have the wrong chart."Even before the words escaped my lips, I’d known that it was true."We ran the panel twice to be certain," Dr. Mehra said, her voice steady and unbothered by my denial. "Given your elevated levels, we brought in a portable ultrasound unit while you were still sedated to check for internal bleeding or an ectopic pregnancy."She reached down, grabbed the tablet from the tray, and turned the screen toward me.On the glass was a grainy, black-and-white image. A dark, fluid-filled circle sat in the center of a pale gray shadow. Inside that dark circle was a tiny, indistinct smudg

SIGRUN The quiet inside the apartment was unbearable. For long moments, none of us spoke. The only sound was the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant, muffled honking of the night traffic three floors below. I sat on the edge of the sofa, wrapped in a fleece blanket, holding a mug of lukewarm ginger tea Eva had pushed into my hands. My stomach was a knot of anxiety and sharp, lingering nausea. Every few seconds, my gaze drifted to my belly, my mind reeling from the knowledge of what was happening inside me. Across the room, Princess Sigrun paced back and forth over the worn rug, her hands clasped tightly behind her back. Eva sat crisscross on the floorboards, surrounded by a mess of open tabs on her laptop and three different notebooks, furiously chewing on the cap of a blue pen. "Okay, think," Eva muttered, breaking the silence as she slapped her pen against her knee. "We need a power source. What about lightning? Or plugging something into the wall? If a surge bre

SIGRUNWhen the front door clicked open nearly twenty minutes later, Princess Sigrun stepped back into the room and held up a plastic bag from my favorite Chinese place with a tentative smile.Eva squeezed my hand one last time, wiping her damp cheeks. "I'm gonna go... pour that into paper plates for all of us," she murmured, offering a tiny, fragile smile before standing up and taking the peace offering from Princess Sigrun. She gave us a small wave and disappeared into the kitchen, extending Princess Sigrun the same courtesy the princess had given her to have a moment alone with me.I stood up, wrapping my sweater tightly around my chest, and met the princess near the small entryway.The silence between us hung heavy, filled with months of displacement, stolen identities, and chaos. But as I looked at her—really looked at her face, which was my face, yet etched with a lifetime of royal burdens I was only just beginning to understand—the anger melted away."In the beginning... I hate

SIGRUN The stairs creaked beneath my boots, every narrow step groaning like a warning as Elara guided me up into the living quarters above Thompson’s. The air up here hit me in a wave of overwhelming heat. It smelled richly of dried chamomile, old parchment, melted tallow, and wood smoke. A small iron stove crackled furiously in the corner of the low-ceilinged sitting room, casting long, dancing orange shadows across the crowded bookshelves and exposed timber beams. "Sit down. Please, Sigrun, sit before you collapse," Elara breathed, her voice trembling as she steered me toward a plush armchair tucked near the hearth. My knees gave out the second my legs brushed the cushion. I sank into the chair, a violent, bone-deep tremor sweeping through my chest. My jaw clamped tight, my teeth clicking together uncontrollably. The rough wool cloak I’d looted was stiff with frost around the hem, but beneath it, my bare skin felt like carved ice. Elara bustled around the cramped kitchenett