Semua Bab Three Alphas and the Rogue Luna: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lazarus’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Gemma’s face when she had asked which of us was the father of her child.There had been no accusation in her voice, but there was no recognition in it either. She had simply looked between me and Dean, confused and tired, as if she was trying to make sense of two strangers arguing over something that belonged to her. “Could one of you be the baby’s father?” I’d answered before I could think, but then, so had Dean.Even now, I could still see Gemma’s expression when we both admitted it. She had looked almost frightened, but there had been something else beneath it. Disbelief. She couldn’t understand how two men could be so certain about something she had no memory of.I guess I understood why. I remembered the night we had conceived the child.I remembered the soft sound of her laughter as she teased me afterward on how serious I’d become. I remembered the warmth of her body against mine and the w

Gemma’s POVThe thin mattress under my back felt like a slab of concrete, but I didn’t want to move. I lay completely still under the scratchy wool blanket, staring up at the water-stained ceiling of the tiny room above Paula’s Diner.Slowly, I slid my right hand down across my slightly bulging stomach, and without warning, a sudden ripple pulsed beneath my palm.I froze, my breath catching in my throat. It wasn’t a sharp or forceful kick as I wasn’t far enough along for that; not by any medical standard I knew, at least. Yet beneath my fingers, the pulse beat back against my palm.For the very first time since waking up in that cold hospital room in Rogueland with a blank mind and a murky past, a wave of genuine, strange warmth bloomed through me. It wasn’t the terrifying heat of the fever that had wracked me for weeks, or the suffocating burn of panic. It was a grounding, stubborn heat that spread outward from my womb, wrapping around my heart with a soli

Gemma’s POV I turned my back on the two men arguing in the diner and climbed the stairs back to the guest room. It didn’t escape me that these moments had become horridly repetitive in the past few hours. They would bicker and almost start hitting each other and I would step in and stop them. Every single step felt like lifting a ton of bricks. By the time I closed the heavy bedroom door behind me, my head pulsed with a violent ache right behind my eyes. My ribs throbbed, my neck still stung where Cole’s blade had grazed my skin, and every muscle in my body burned with an exhaustion that threatened to undo me. I arrived in the room to find that it was empty. Paula had left, and as soon as I entered I closed the door shut behind me. Then I leaned my back against it, shutting my eyes.The dark offered no relief. My whole life had been stripped away and replaced by a collection of loud, demanding strangers trying to convince me of who I used to be.

Simon’s POVThe car’s engine softly hummed, the sound cutting through the quiet space as we swept down a highway slick with rain. Beside me, the woman had her head resting against the cool glass of the window. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic, deep in the kind of sleep that only comes from what I imagine would be a bone-deep exhaustion.I leaned back against the dark leather upholstery, resting my ankle over my knee, and simply watched her.Her golden hair fell across her face, shielding her features from view as her shoulders rose and fell.It was almost comical how effortlessly this whole situation had fallen into my lap. I had spent weeks plotting how to hit Lazarus right where it would cripple him. Then I heard the story of a woman he was hiding from my spies. Not too long after, it was reported she was gone, and I shifted my plans to extract his missing Luna, calculating the precise amount of force and collateral damage required to drag her out of

Lazarus’s POVThe black collared shirt I was wearing came off easily enough as I tore it right off my body, watching as the dark bruise on my stomach healed in a matter of seconds. Rain washed over me, washing away the remaining streaks of blood and dirt caked onto my skin.I stood in the narrow alley as my previously split knuckles knit themselves together while I stared down at the spot where Gemma had been earlier. The dark alley was now reduced to upturned asphalt and shattered bricks, but the scent of vanilla and pregnancy pheromones are unmistakable.My lungs practically burned with every breath I sucked in. Dean was gone. The bastard had taken off about twenty minutes ago, muttering curses as we were pulled apart by a whole team of people from our respective Packs and he raced for the Steel Claw border. He wasn’t giving up. He would run for days, I had no doubt about that, and he would assemble a raiding party of enforcers to comb through the territory.