Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant, I Forfeited My Alpha For His Ex: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Wella's POVI flinched at Dorian’s words."Did you ever even think about what he might want?" Dorian tilted his head. "Or did you just assume he would always be there? Always convenient. Always ready. Always safe."My chest tightened."That's the thing about people like Theo," he went on. "They're reliable, and they don't make demands. And then there are people like you—" He paused. "Taking advantage of that. Not because you're cruel. Just because you can.""I never meant to—""Of course you didn't." His voice softened again. Almost kind. "That's the worst part. You didn't mean to. You just... let it happen. Let him hope. Let him wait. And now he's lying in a bed with three broken ribs and a cracked spine, and you're sitting here wondering why he wouldn't look at you."I couldn't breathe."I'm not asking you to love him," Dorian said. "I'm not asking you to give him anything you don't want to give. I'm asking you to let him go."I stared at him."If you care about him at all—if there'

Wella's POVI steadied myself before I reached her.Breathed in. Breathed out. Pressed my shaking hands flat against my thighs until they stopped trembling. By the time I sat down beside her bed, I had smoothed my face into something that looked almost like calm.Her eyes found mine. They were cloudy—the pain medication blurred the edges of her vision—but they still held that warmth. The same warmth that had pulled me out of the snow when I was a pup, that had hidden me in her arms every time I cried."Wella." Her voice was thin, but it was hers. "You look awful.""I'm fine." I squeezed her fingers. "I'm fine. How are you feeling?"She smiled. That small, patient smile she had worn my whole life. "Don't worry about me. I'm old. I'm used to it. You know how we are—shifters heal as cancer grows. My body is fighting. It always has been."She had been sick for months, but she had never let it stop her. She had never let me see how bad it really was.“I thought...” My voice broke. I though

Wella's POVHis car pulled up the drive way at eight, sharp. He was never this punctual coming home.Stepped inside, Alexander shrugged off his coat with his eyebrows furrowed. He looked tired. I came to the dinner room door to greet him, and he put his coat in my hands instead. But then he paused, at a glanced at the table. The candles, the roses, the carefully arranged plates, and something in his face shifted.The tension in his shoulders eased, just a fraction."I made ribeye." I gestured to the covered plate, pretending it wasn’t per his command. "Your favorite."He sat down, and I lifted the lid for him before I sat down myself. The scent of rosemary and seared fat rose up in a cloud of steam. He inhaled, and for a moment—just a moment—his eyes softened.I sat across from him and watched him cut into the meat. He took a bite. Chewed slowly. Swallowed."It's good," he said, taking a sip at his wine.The tension finally dissovled.We talked about nothing. He asked about the hospit

Wella's POVThe resort was a different place in the daylight.Glass and pale stone, the kind of building that looked like it had grown out of the lake rather than been built on it. The chandeliers caught the morning sun and threw rainbows across the marble floors. The flowers in the lobby were fresh—white lilies and deep blue irises, arranged in towering vases that cost more than most wolves made in a year.I had designed every inch of it. I had argued with contractors over the curve of the staircases, the width of the hallways, the angle of the windows that faced the sunset. I had spent a year of my life making this place perfect. And now I was walking through it like a ghost, showing a stranger around while Ava fluttered through the halls like she had built it herself.Eli walked beside me, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes taking in every detail with quiet attention. He had changed into a suit for the inspection—dark grey, perfectly fitted, the kind of tailoring that cost

Wella's POVBut Alexander didn’t say anything.Ava smiled. And so she kept talking, her voice smooth and practiced, never faltering. She thanked the delegates by name, welcomed them to Silvermoon, praised the resort's beauty as if she had laid every stone herself. There was no hesitation in her. No shame.Because she got Alexander’s silent support behind her.All Alexander did was shooting me a slight peek.A flicker of something in his eyes—curious, almost testing. He was watching to see if I would react. If I would flinch, or frown, or drop my glass. That was what he had been doing -- pushing her forward inch by inch, waiting to see how far he could go before I broke. He was testing my limits. My tolerance. My willingness to swallow humiliation while keeping a smile.What a splendid...borning game.I lowered my glass. My face was calm. My hands were steady. Didn’t I tell him I was willing to let her have the title? Why test me still but purely to humiliate me?If it was, then he was