Todos los capítulos de My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian : Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

Sera"Um... what?"The words hung in the stagnant air of the bedroom. I was shaking. My boots scuffed against the rug, the vibration travelling up my legs and settling in my gut. I swallowed, trying to find enough spit to speak again."I'm pregnant," I repeated. My voice sounded thin, a dry scrape that lacked the Luna's authority I’d been trying to wear. I looked away from her, focusing on a loose thread on her sleeve. "It’s... I’m pregnant, Mina."Mina stayed on the floor with me, her hands still gripping my arms. She nodded slowly, a rhythmic motion that looked more like she was trying to convince herself of a lie. Then her brow pinched."Fenris certainly hasn't been having sex with you for that long, right?" she asked.I nodded, then shook my head, the thoughts tangling. "No. The timing... it's too early." I heard my own voice rise, a sharp, panicked spike. "I should be physically incapable of this! It isn't normal. My body... it doesn't work that way." I took a jagged breath, the

Sera“What? What are you apologizing for?”Mina backed away. Her boots scuffed against the rug. I watched her swallow, her throat working hard under the pale skin of her neck. She started shaking her head. It was a rhythmic, frantic motion. None of this made any sense to her. She came low again, crouching so our eyes were level, and she let out a nervous, jagged laugh that died the second it hit the air.“You’re hallucinating, Sera.” Mina’s voice was a forced whisper. She shook her head again, slower this time. “Elder Kael is not dead. I saw him. He was at the main halls today. He walked past the kitchens. He complained about the stew. What do you mean he’s dead?”I swallowed. My mouth tasted of iron and salt. My heart pounded against my ribs, a heavy, dull vibration that I could experience in the tips of my fingers. Dread sat at the bottom of my stomach like a cold stone. I shook my head, my jaw tight.“He is dead, Mina. I was there.”Mina scoffed. She moved closer, her eyes darting

Mina"Nothing."I looked at my reflection in the mirror. A single tear had run down my cheek, carving a path through the faint smudge of charcoal on my skin. I picked up a jar of powder and a puff. I began to dab at my face."You can't leave this room knowing you're pregnant," I said. I didn't look at her. I focused on the mirror. "We are certain now. If you walk out that door, any high-ranking wolf is going to pick up the scent of the fetus. Usually, that’s a thing of joy. People would greet you with congratulations."I paused, the powder puff hovering near my eye. I shook my head slowly."Not for you," I said.I turned my head to look at her. Sera was watching me, her breathing shallow."They will immediately believe you’ve been cheating on the Alpha," I continued. "And at that point, Fenris won't even be the one to make the decision. The council handles infidelity. The penalty for a cheating she-wolf is death. It is a permanent rule. And it is worse for a Luna. They believe every w

MinaI took the back stairs. The stone was damp, the air smelling of old earth and the wet moss that grew in the crevices where the sunlight never reached. I moved fast, my boots making a dull clack-clack-clack against the masonry. I bypassed the main courtyards, weaving through the narrow servant tunnels that ran like veins through the keep's lower levels.I reached the small iron door near the laundry chutes and slipped outside.The air was sharp. It bit at my face, the freezing mountain wind cutting through my tunic. I stayed in the shadows of the outer wall, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I pulled the phone from my pocket. My thumb hovered over the glass.I hit the contact.It rang once. Twice."Hey," he said.The sound of his voice hit me like a physical blow to the stomach. It wasn't the boy from the border market. It was a man. The rasp was heavier now, a slow, textured rumble that I felt in the soles of my feet."Jace," I whispered. My throat felt like it

JaceShe was picking at her fingers, working the knuckles hard enough I thought the skin was going to split, and she hadn't looked at me once since we'd come through the door.I'd put the keys on the side table and shrugged my coat off and watched her for the better part of a minute before I bothered to speak. She was standing about a foot from where I'd left her, in the middle of the long pale rug, in a soft green dress that had been chosen with more care than the rest of her morning had earned. The hem ended high on her calf. The sleeves came almost to her wrist. It was the kind of dress a girl puts on when she's trying to telegraph she didn't think about it, and she'd thought about it for a week. The light was coming through the back wall of windows in a flat northern way that put no shadows anywhere on her face, and she had her shoulders pulled up high enough that I could see the muscle running tight from her neck into her collarbones."Is that so?" I said, because she'd told me so