All Chapters of Loving His Sigma Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Brie’s POVThe sun actually feels warm today.Not the sharp, punishing heat of midsummer that makes the air in the estate feel thick enough to choke on, but the warming rays of a clear winter morning.The sort of warmth that bleeds through the wool of Damien’s oversized sweater and actually reaches my skin.We sit on the low stone wall behind the north garden, far enough from the main house that no one will accidentally overhear our conversation.Damien leans back against the rough stone, his legs stretched out, ankles crossed. He’s lazing around so casually, he doesn’t look like an Alpha heir.He doesn’t look like the snarling bastard who shoved his father’s face in

Brie’s POVSeven days since the cold air on the ridge, since Damien’s hands burned against my skin like he was trying to brand me safe.Seven days of trying to convince myself that the knot in my stomach is just lingering paranoia, a ghost of the time spent in fear for another Alpha declaration.Except it isn’t.By Tuesday, my skin feels like it is stretched three sizes too tight over my bones. The world has gone too loud, too sharp, too painfully bright. And Jackling remains too quiet.The sunlight filtering through the library windows feels like needles driving into my optic nerves.Down in the corridor, three floors away, I can hear the rhythmic dripping of a leaky pipe in the old

Damien's POVShe’s still curled in that fucking armchair like it’s the only solid thing left in the room.I stay where I am, hip against the desk, coffee cooling in the mug, watching the way her shoulders hunch.The air between us feels wrong and flat. Like someone has sucked all the oxygen out and left the space tasting of nothing.My hands itch. I want to cross the distance, haul her up, bury my face in the curve of her neck and breathe until the world makes sense again.Instead I stay put. Because the last time I got close her scent had vanished mid-breath, and the look in her eyes was pure flight.Voss shifts at the back of my mind, restless in a way I can’t name. He’s been

Brie's POVThree days.That is how long the east wing has felt like a tomb without him in it. Jackson comes by twice a day, always with that same tight-jawed look, always pretending he isn't worried.Sorrel follows him in with a tray of food I won’t eat. She sets it down, Jackson asks if I need anything, and they both leave before I can force a lie past my teeth.I haven't slept more than an hour at a stretch. The quiet is worse than the noise ever was.Every sound makes my shoulders lock. Every shadow makes my pulse slam against my ribs, it could be him again.Jackling stays silent. No growl, no push, no nothing. Just this black emptiness inside my skull that keeps getting bigger.I'm still curled in the same armchair when the door opens without a knock.Cedar and seawater hit me before he’s even inside the room.Damien fills the frame. Travel dust on his boots, wind-tangled hair, eyes scanning every inch of me like he's cataloguing damage.The second our gazes meet, the air in the r

Alpha Dexter's POVThe report reaches me before sunset. It’s a folded sheet of paper with three sentences. Enough to change how I deal with my son.Alpha Dexter's POVI stand behind my desk, staring at the messenger who delivered it, while the fire crackles quietly behind me. A letter with the Silvermist seal lies unopened at my elbow. I glance at it, then push it aside."Say it again."The young wolf swallows. "The royal doctor examined Brie. It came through the infirmary records, Alpha."My fingers tighten around the edge of the desk. "And?"He hesitates. That hesitation irritates me more than the answer would have."And she isn't pregnant, Alpha."