Semua Bab No Longer Yours:Pregnant and Divorced by the Regretful Alpha: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Two days had passed since the rogue attack, but the Williams territory didn’t feel peaceful. Not at all.Sarah walked down the stone path in the village, carrying a small basket of fresh bread from the bakery. The morning was bright and crisp. But she couldn’t enjoy it. Every time she passed people near a shop or by a fence, their talking would stop.Wolves turned away fast, pretending to look at apples or the sky. Then the second she walked past, the whispers started again."Did you hear what happened at the southern border?" a young girl whispered by the flower shop."I heard Alpha Damian jumped in front of a rogue to protect her," her friend whispered back. "He got hurt for her! And she’s not even his Luna!""They say he hasn’t left her side since she came from Blackwood. Do you think they were meeting in secret before the divorce?""It has to be! Why else would Shadow Fang spend so much guarding our borders? They’re definitely together."Sarah’s face burned red, she pulled her sw

Morning sun broke through the grey clouds over Williams Pack estate. Golden light hit the wet gardens. A cool breeze came down from the mountains, smelling like pine and fresh earth.In the glass greenhouse on the east side of the packhouse, Sarah sat on a stone bench. She was wrapped in a thick shawl. Sun warmed her face as she rested her hands on her stomach.Suddenly she froze. A tiny flutter moved under her palm. A soft kick from inside her.Her breath caught. Her eyes widened. Tears filled them, but a big smile spread across her face.It was the first time she felt the baby move."You felt that too, didn’t you, Lily?" Sarah whispered to her wolf.In her mind, Lily gave a happy bark, tail wagging. For months Sarah felt alone and broken after her marriage. But in this quiet light, feeling her baby, she felt purpose. She wasn’t broken. She was going to be a mother.The door creaked. Sarah looked up.Damian stood in the doorway. Dark grey sweater. Sleeves pushed up. White bandages on

Early morning fog covered the Williams estate courtyard like a thin blanket. Outside the gates, 3 silver carriages with the High Council’s scales-and-blade symbol waited on the stones. 6 armored Council guards stood by, their war-horses stamping in the cold air.In her guest room, Sarah stood in front of the tall mirror. She adjusted her dark green wool travel cloak.For 3 years in Blackwood she wore dull grey and beige, trying to be invisible. Trying not to make Christopher angryToday she barely recognized herself. Her skin glowed. Her eyes were bright and steady. And under her cloak, her belly held the quiet warmth of new life.A soft knock."Come in," Sarah said.Damian stepped in. Dark tunic. Leather riding gear. A hunting knife at his hip. His sharp blue eyes looked her over, then locked on her face."The Council inspectors are finishing security downstairs," Damian said quietly. He walked closer, stopping one step away. "The Council gave you immunity, Sarah. But I don’t trust C

Today only 5 people sat there, High Magistrate Lauren at the head,Sarah to her left in a simple dark blue dress Across from her, Christopher in his black Alpha jacket, face pale and tight. At the end, Elder Vance and Council Inspector Miller writing in thick notebooks.Outside the windows, 6 Council guards in silver armor watched every door and hall.Lauren tapped her pen on the table. The sound echoed like a hammer."Now that Lady Sarah is settled in the West Wing," Lauren said sharply, "we need to set the rules until the Council finishes checking the treasury and the divorce case. Both of you will live here under strict rules."Christopher crossed his arms. He leaned back like he owned the room. But his blue eyes kept flicking to Sarah."These rules are unnecessary, Magistrate," Christopher said smoothly. "I’m the Alpha of Blackwood. I know how to follow Council law. You don’t need guards at my dining room.""You’re an Alpha under legal review," Lauren said flatly. "So the rules ap

The heavy smell of dried lavender, crushed silver-leaf, and bitter medicine filled the long stone hall of the Blackwood pack infirmary.Sarah stepped through the arched doorway, keeping her coat wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Under the strict rules enforced by the High Council, she was permitted to walk through public areas of the packhouse as long as a Council officer accompanied her. Inspector Miller walked quietly behind her, his boots making a soft rhythm on the cold floorboards.Inside the infirmary, the atmosphere was chaotic. Long wooden cots lined the walls, filled with injured pack warriors and sick elder wolves. Head Healer Nora an elderly woman with grey hair rolled into a tight bun was rushing back and forth between two beds, holding a bloody bowl of water while trying to comfort a young guard whose arm was badly burned from a training accident."Hold still, Eric," Nora said, her hands shaking slightly from sheer exhaustion. "The salve will cool the burn soon, just