บททั้งหมดของ Mated To My Alpha Stepbrother : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

LAURENT It was the King’s voice that pulled me from the ringing in my ears. “How did you dispose of her body?” He questioned the two traitors on their knees before us. “I made it look like a border skirmish, and she was wrongly attacked by a rogue. No one saw what happened in the fight so no one questioned it. Everyone assumed her entire family died during the fight.” I glared daggers at my uncle, forcing my fists closed and fighting the dangerous urge to sink my claws in his throat. Intensely enraged, my voice barely recognizable to me, I asked. “Where is she buried?” Erin’s shoulder sagged. He made no effort to hide the truth. I was almost grateful that my mate was being spared this ordeal. These two callous beings did not deserve to be in theie presence, especially not when they could cause her pain at will.“We buried her body in an unmarked grave deep in the woods around Thornwood. I’ve visited it only once during the years. I’m not sure I can find it again.” I spat right

CLEO The next morning, we were out to the hospital early. Laurent and I would have to travel down to the King’s territory and we wanted to see our son before that.We found Kyle sitting up in bed, sunlight from the window catching the same silver in his eyes that my mate had. “Mama! Mr. Laurent!” Kyle greeted as he always did when we came in together. A smile burst on my face as I kissed his cheeks. “Yes, baby.” It was bittersweet really. This would be the last time Kyle would refer to his father as Mr. Laurent. Bitter because I wished I’d done this earlier, and sweet because we were finally crossing that bridge. “How are you doing?” Laurent perched on the bed beside our son. Kyle turned to him with an arched brow. “Better than you. Did something happen?” I muffled the laugh that rose in my throat. Children were so intuitive. I wondered what tell he had picked up to know something wasnt quite right. “No, baby. There’s nothing wrong at all. There’s just something Mr. Laurent an

CLEO Drake called us three days before the surgery. He didn’t waste time with small talk. He pulled up a chart on his tablet and turned it toward us. He looked at Laurent. “As you both already know, we ran the compatibility tests for the bone marrow. Given Kyle’s blood type, we needed the closest match we could get. You’re a match. A good one.” Laurent squeezed my fingers so hard it almost hurt. I felt my own chest squeeze with relief and fear. Of course he was a match. He was Kyle’s father in every way that counted now, blood included. Drake set the tablet down. “We’ll harvest marrow from you the morning of the surgery. It’s not fun, I won’t lie to you. You’ll be sedated for the extraction, and your hips are going to ache for a few days after. But having your marrow available gives Kyle a much better shot at recovering fully, especially with how weak his immune system’s been through all this.” “Whatever he needs.” Laurent didn’t even hesitate. I loved him a little harder for h

CLEO Rochelle stepped forward the moment the car door shut, her hands twisting together in front of her. Her dress looked slept in. Her eyes were red-rimmed, hollow like I’d never seen before. “I need to talk to you, please.” Even her voice was thin with none of its usual bite. I studied her, too exhausted to even consider her words seriously. I couldn’t even believe she was here after everything she had done to us. After nearly getting me killed, she had the guts to show up asking for a conversation. Still, I sank into Laurent’s side, and crossed my arms over my chest. “Talk.”She gazed at Laurent, beseeching him with her eyes. “Laurent, my family won’t take me back. They’ve disowned me. I have nowhere to go. Please, can I have the cabin back just until I get on my feet?” A laugh of pure disbelief escaped me. “You have some nerve coming here after everything you’ve done. Why on earth would we help you? You plotted to kill me!” She lowered her eyes, and when she looked up, the

CLEOShe bit her lip hard. I gazed down at her, refusing to allow her pain to manipulate my emotions and decisions. I would make sure her child was taken care of. I was no monster, but that didn’t mean she could hold this pain over my head. I had to protect my own child from her. She had lost her power but who knew what thoughts hid in her head? Rochelle closed her eyes. She was crying hard, and making no effort to wipe off the tears on her cheeks. I sat beside her, refusing to allow her grief to turn me against my decisions. It was all so heavy and thick in the room. Behind me, I felt Laurent’s presence in the doorway, patiently waiting even as he allowed me to have this moment. I knew it cost him to watch me extend kindness to a woman who’d caused us so much pain. But I was his Luna for a reason. He made the hard decisions and I softened his heart when need be. For this cause three was tremendous pressure to do whay waa morally right and not just fitting to us. When I finall