All Chapters of The Alpha's Hostage Pregnant Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

HERO POV"I'm wondering, what do you think I should be aware of when dealing with Baxter, especially now that it seems like Elliot might be gone?” I questioned. Paxton arched an eyebrow, a skeptical glint in his eyes. “You're seriously concerned about whether Baxter will offer you tea and biscuits, aren't you? I'm more worried about whether he will consider you a tasty snack and proceed to decorate his lair with your bones.__ or are you worried that he will kill you and parade your body around the entire mountain as a trophy?”Zara tensed beside me, and gripped my arm so tightly I could see her knuckles turn white. I tried to stay calm, even though this was exactly the kind of situation we were always worried about. It was a possibility that hung over every trip we took, a constant threat lurking just beyond the edges of our vision. "Getting that information would definitely be helpful," I said, keeping my voice steady even though I was starting to feel a little uneasy"Honestly, I'm

ZARA POVThe air in the small room was thick with the scent of his cologne, a musky blend of sandalwood and something sharper, almost metallic. My breath hitched as his gaze swept over me, a slow, deliberate appraisal that made my skin prickle. The sound of the zipper sliding down, then the soft gasp that escaped my lips, seemed to echo in the sudden silence.He moved with a practiced ease, his hands sure and strong as they discarded the last vestiges of fabric. My legs trembled, with fear and a strange, unfamiliar excitement. I tried to brace myself against the cold marble floor, but my body seemed to melt beneath his touch.He lifted one of my legs, the smooth, cool surface of the marble a cool sensation against the warmth of his skin. I closed my eyes, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable crescendo. But instead of the rough, bruising force I had braced myself for, his touch was surprisingly gentle. A soft murmur escaped his lips, a low, appreciative sound that sent shi

HERO POVFour days. Four endless days of trudging through thick mud, swatting away swarms of insects, and enduring the gnawing hunger that constantly threatened to consume us after we exhausted most of our food. It was a journey that tested our resolve and pushed us to our limits. I couldn't help but wonder why Glinda, with her incredible magic, hadn't simply whisked us away to her den. After all, she had done so effortlessly the first time. My question, however, was met with a chorus of disapproving glares. Now, as we finally stumbled upon her den, hidden deep within the heart of the woods, I understood.Glinda hadn't been expecting any of us at all.“What in the blaze is happening here, Finna? Did you all drive here because you can all just drive right back.” Glinda snarled, and tried to slam the door shut, but Walker stuck his foot in at the last minute, and opened it up. Walker, his grin as wide as the Texas plains, stepped in first. "Howdy, Glinda! Long time no see!”The witch dr

ZARA POV"Hey..." Sabrina began, tilting her head slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. She hesitated, then pointed a finger vaguely towards my head. "Uhmmm, you still have some blood in your hair."I blinked, a little confused. Sabrina wasn't usually one for subtle hints. "Blood?" I echoed, reaching up a hand to instinctively touch my scalp. My fingers brushed against something gritty and… yeah, definitely dried blood. "Oh, wow. Thanks."Sabrina's expression shifted, a hint of amusement spreading across her face. "Almost looks like you've been having fun," she teased, but her tone was light.I chuckled, a wry sound. "Fun? You could say that. It wasn't exactly a picnic." My mind flashed back to the night before. The group of rogue wolves, bold as brass, had actually breached the witches' territory. It was a chaotic mess, fur flying, snarls echoing through the night. We'd managed to drive them back, eventually, but not without a few scrapes and bruises."I showered,

ZARA POVMy heart hasn't stopped thumping since Finna dropped that bombshell. Sabrina, bless her, didn't waste a second. She immediately summoned Glinda. We left Finna and Hana back at the den, and even though Glinda had grumbled a bit about being able to help, she still transported us instantly to where Tristan's body was.The clearing by the river was peaceful, almost restful, which made seeing him there even more jarring. He was lying so still, so unnaturally quiet. I bit back a sob, trying to be as quiet as possible, and ran to him. The crimson stains on his clothes, on the ground… it was everywhere. My breath hitched. There was just so much blood. And... and he wasn't breathing. I couldn't feel a pulse. Panic clawed at my throat. "Tristan?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "Tristan, can you hear me?" I reached out a hand, hovering over his arm, afraid to touch him, afraid of what I would find. "Please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Please, Tristan, wake up."“Tristan…” I whisper