All Chapters of Married Off as a Breeder, She Became His Only Mate. : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sage POVThe door off the old feed shed took two of us to carry and weighed more than Halric did. I grabbed it because it was closest, because the real stretcher was buried under a collapsed supply wagon, and because I wasn't going to stand around asking nicely while an old man bled out."Left, left, you're dragging it," I told the boy on the back corner. He was maybe nineteen, with a name like Pip or Pim, something small. Rowan had the front handle and was breathing like a torn bellows."You said you'd be quick," Rowan said."I was quick. The wall wasn't."We rounded the last pile of stone and I got a look at the clearing, and the door nearly went out of my hands.Rourke had a sword at Brask's throat. His own commander's. Behind them, ten or twelve Blackfen wolves stood with their weapons half-raised and no idea where to aim them."Huh," I said."Is that.." Pip started."Yeah. Set it down. Quietly."Kieran was still on his feet, which I counted as a miracle, leaning on his sword with

Briony POVI came around the corner of the healing house half on my feet and half on the wall, because my legs had quit forty steps back and I refused to notice.I passed Kieran on the way, propped against the front door with a dead wolf at his feet. He raised a hand. I waved back.Nobody looked at me. They were all looking at the same spot.Brask stood in the kitchen doorway with Marisol hanging off his arm and a knife flat against her throat. Sage had her sword out but pointed at the ground. Rowan, Hale, two of Bettina's girls at the window with their kitchen knives: all of them stuck in a loose half-circle, like a game of statues nobody had agreed to. Rourke stood at the front of it, five paces from the door, his own sword hanging loose.Marisol's lips had gone the color of paper. I counted without meaning to, the way I counted a hundred wounded this month. Torn stitches. A gown soaked to the hip. Maybe a third of her blood is already gone. Ten minutes if nobody moved her. Less if

Briony POV"No." Bettina said it before I finished getting up."I haven't said anything.""You've got the look. Sit back down."I didn't. I got one knee under me, then the other, and shuffled across the floor like that, since standing felt like a bigger favor than my legs could grant. The boards were tacky with something. I decided not to find out what."I told you what happened." Bettina hadn't taken her fingers off Halric's wrist. "I told you in the war room and in the garden and, I think, in your sleep. You've gone past empty three times today. Try this and I'm not carrying one of you out of here. I'm carrying two.""You can't find his pulse.""I can't find it right now.""That's the same thing.""It is not the same thing." She stopped, started over, quieter. "Old men's hearts go quiet. Sometimes they come back. I'm saying wait.""How long?"Bettina didn't answer. Pip made a small noise behind his hands.From the corner bed, thin: "Bri?""Stay put. Rest.""Is that... is he...""Not

Briony POVI woke up hungry, which felt like an insult. Nearly dying should at least come with a break from appetite.Sage's hand was still on my back. She went slack against the bed frame with her mouth open, snoring in short, offended puffs, and when I eased out from under her palm she grunted and said, "Not me," to nobody.The shutters had been opened and the light through them had turned orange. Late, then. Bettina stood at the far table grinding something with more force than it needed. She didn't look up."Don't start," she said. "Halric's breathing, Marisol's stitches are holding, and the baby's still there, so I've got nothing else to report. Eat that.""That" was a heel of bread and a bowl of cold barley. I ate it standing, scraping the bowl with my finger, and Bettina pretended not to see. My hands shook the whole time. A spoon would've been a project."Your Alpha's been to the door twice," Bettina said. "Hovered there

Marisol POVThe first thing I knew was the smell, boiled rags and lavender with something sharper underneath, and the second was that my side felt as though someone had tied a hot rope around it and pulled. I lay still while the ceiling came into focus, a low brown beam with a knot in it shaped like a sleeping cat, and counted the cat's whiskers three times before I let myself put a hand on my stomach."Don't poke it," Bettina said, from somewhere to my left."Is it…""Still there. I checked at dawn and again at noon, and I'll check once more before supper whether you like it or not." She came into view with a cup in one hand and a spoon in the other, scowling the way she did when she was relieved, and she sat on the edge of the cot with a grunt. "You tore out most of what I sewed. You'll lie still for a week, and if you try to stand before I say so I'll tie you down.""You wouldn't.""I've made it bigger."I drank what