All Chapters of Midnight On The Bayou: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

(CASSY POV)Ethan walked into the kitchen with his dad as I lay across Teddy's lap, enjoying just being there with him. He was trying to teach me some French while we waited for dinner. Oh shit. I started panicking immediately, and I stood up quickly."Ethan…" I began, trying to keep the panic out of my voice."So it is fucking true… wow…" he said."Don't make a scene," I pleaded, but it was too late.Ethan's face contorted with rage. He made a scene. "How could you, Cassy? Fucking really? You, of all people? I thought… I thought we had something real!" His voice broke, his eyes flashing with anger and pain."Ethan, please, let's talk about this later," I said, trying to de-escalate the situation. But he was beyond reason.In a fit of rage, he lunged at me, knocking me down.I hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of me. I literally could not breathe for about ten seconds.Pain radiated through my body, but worse than the physical pain was the heartbreak of seeing Ethan like

(( To my incredible readers: Thank you so much for your continued support and enthusiasm. Your passion drives me to write! From this point on, the triplets and Sky's journey will continue. If you're eager to dive into more stories from the Bayou, stay tuned! Teddy and Cassy's story will unfold in the second book of the series, "Beta – The Bayou Boys." Watch for it soon! ))---------------------(SKY POV)Four months had quickly slipped away since we rescued Kael from my father's twisted grip.Yet the nightmare hadn't truly ended.It was etched into our lives, leaving scars that both Kael and I bore silently.I was seven months pregnant with twins. Two tiny Alphas who were already commanding my every moment.The weight of their impending arrival was more than physical.It was the expectation of their futures, the demands they'd bring, and the life they'd inherit from three fathers who were each trying to hold it together in their own ways.I stood in front of the antique mirror in the

(SKY POV) The nursery had become my favorite room in the Monroe mansion. The cribs were family heirlooms. The triplets, twins, and even Cassy had slept in them at one point. Stuffed animals lined the shelves, and a giant oversized rocking chair sat in the corner. That chair was quickly becoming my sanctuary. Tonight, I was there, my hands resting on my belly, feeling the twins move."I can't wait to meet you both," I whispered, closing my eyes and imagining their faces. The sonogram machine had been upgraded to a 3D ultrasound, making every session a surreal glimpse into the twins' tiny world. Kael obsessed over getting the perfect angle, adjusting the settings meticulously to capture every possible detail. The screen would show faint profiles, often resembling little aliens curled up in their cocoons. To expel that unsettling image, I'd close my eyes and replace it with my dreams of them.In my mind, Nola was a fierce warrior, a burst of strength and determination. I imagined he

(KAEL POV) The house felt too quiet that afternoon, a silence that amplified my heart's rapid beat. Sky had several minor contractions throughout the morning, so the doctor instructed us to monitor them and her closely. Sky was on the living room couch, eyes half-closed in a serene state of anticipation. Her hand moved gently over her belly, tracing the contours where Nola kicked and squirmed with relentless energy. "Nola's really active today," Sky said. "She's been kicking up a storm." I moved closer. "She's got a lot of energy. Just like you." Sky's eyes sparkled as she looked at me. "I think she's going to be a little firecracker. Always moving, always curious." Her excitement should have been infectious, but I couldn't shake the growing anxiety. Every strong kick from Nola and every stretch of her tiny body inside Sky seemed like a signal that something could go wrong. The worry was constant, a shadow that never left my side. Even now, out of the corner of my eye,

(KAEL POV) The first few days with Nola and Huckley were a mess of emotions. The hospital room, with its sterile walls and constant hum of medical equipment, had become our temporary home. Sky and I sat on the narrow bed, cradling our newborns, while Knox and Ky hovered close by, their faces alight with wonder and exhaustion. Nola was a bundle of energy, her tiny fists waving and her cries demanding immediate attention. She seemed to have inherited Sky's fiery spirit and my intensity. Every squirm and every wail felt like a declaration that she was ready to take on the world, even from her first moments. Huck, in contrast, was calm and serene. He slept more, his little face often crinkled in a peaceful expression, his needs communicated with soft coos rather than urgent cries. Watching the two of them, it was clear that Nola would lead the charge while Huckley would bring balance and tranquility to their lives. Sky looked at me, her eyes tired but shining with love. "The