All Chapters of Alpha Kane's Omega Mate.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Julia's pov As the guards yanked me away from the pack house, I didn’t even try to hold back the tears. They spilled over, hot and messy, while I thrashed and clawed like my life depended on it. And maybe it did. My heart felt like someone had ripped it out and tossed it into the dirt. Kane stood there watching, his expression unreadable. Not angry, not sad—just… blank."Let me go!" My voice cracked, raw from screaming. I tried to twist out of their grip, but these guys were like freaking statues. Unmoving, unbothered, like I wasn’t even human.Oh wait, right—I'm not.“Stop fighting,” one of the guards muttered, like I was some kid throwing a tantrum at Walmart. I wanted to scream at him, You don’t get it! You don’t know what this is like!But I couldn’t even form the words. All I could do was kick and cry until my muscles burned and my throat felt shredded.By the time they shoved me into the car, I was a sobbing, gasping mess. My mom climbed in next to me, her face a mix of concern

Julia's povMom's grip on my arm was tight—like she thought I'd disappear if she let go. I stumbled as we got to the top of the stairs, my stomach twisting itself into knots again. I tried to warn her, tried to say something, but all that came out was this awful gagging sound before I doubled over and threw up. Right there. On the carpet. My knees hit the ground hard, and for a second, the dizziness was so bad I thought I might pass out."Julia!" Mom’s voice cracked. She knelt next to me, one arm wrapping around my shoulder like she could somehow keep me together. But her hands were shaking. I could feel it."Alex!" she screamed, and her voice echoed down the hall. "Alex, get up here! Something’s wrong with your sister!"I tried to push myself up, but everything felt off. My arms were too weak, and my head spun like I’d been on some awful carnival ride for way too long. I couldn’t even catch my breath. My thoughts were spiraling—crashing into each other in this horrible mess of panic.

Harry's povThis was going to be a serious problem. Like, not just one of those minor inconveniences you sweep under the rug until it’s too late—no, this was big. Julia being pregnant? For some reason, it didn’t sit right with me. Maybe it was because of who she was, or maybe it was the baggage tied to her. Either way, the fact that she was carrying a child, and his child at that, made the air around me feel heavier.Kane had to know. No one else needed to hear it first. The alpha might’ve been distant lately, but this was his mess, like it or not. And if I didn’t tell him now, things would spiral even further out of control.I climbed the stairs to his chambers, my boots echoing against the old wood, the sound bouncing in the quiet halls. Outside his room, I paused. His low voice carried through the door—he was mid-discussion with the elders. Great. I’d have to wait.I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, counting the seconds as they ticked by. The full moon was creeping closer, th

Dylan’s povIn about a minute and a half, I was pulling up to Grant’s so-called mansion. It’s funny calling it that because, yeah, it’s big, but “mansion” implies some level of class, right? This place? It was like a crime scene trying to pass as a palace. And don’t even get me started on the guards. Those guys don’t understand the concept of personal space. Breathing down your neck, hands always twitching toward their guns like they’re auditioning for a gangster movie.I hated coming here. Always did.I rolled up the gravel driveway, my tires crunching loud enough to announce my arrival. And there he was, waiting for me on the front steps like some kind of wannabe kingpin. Grant.The fat slob had a cigar clamped between his teeth, puffing away like he didn’t care that his breath could probably kill a small animal. He was waving one of his chubby hands around, swatting at flies that seemed to love him almost as much as he loved himself.Don’t get me wrong—Grant was a good-looking guy,

Julia's pov I was at the library with Casey, of all places. Yeah, she finally figured out a way to drag me out of the house. I don’t know how she does it, but here I am. Staring at dusty bookshelves, inhaling that strange mix of old paper and coffee. If I’m honest, I’m not even paying attention to the books. I just need to move around, get some air, try to push back the constant nausea that’s been threatening to take over my life ever since… well, you know. Pregnant life.But she doesn’t know that. Casey thinks I’ve just been laying low, playing hermit, but it’s more than that. I’m not exactly ready to spill the news. And besides, she’s a talker. I swear, if I tell her one thing, she’d shout it out to the world before the words even left my mouth. And with Dylan already in the picture—her on-again, off-again mess of a relationship—I’m not sure I want to deal with that just yet. I don’t need her running her mouth, and I definitely don’t need Dylan’s temper throwing a wrench in my plan