All Chapters of The Alpha's Wife, The Lycan King's Obsession : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Gianna looked at Pietra's gaunt face, at the desperation in her eyes, and felt her resistance crumble. Despite everything Pietra had done to her in the past, she couldn't turn away a pregnant woman who was clearly suffering and afraid. "Come inside," Gianna said softly, extending her hand. Pietra's relief was palpable as she followed Gianna into the chambers. Gianna immediately called for the maids and instructed them to bring food, the best they had available. She wanted to ensure that Pietra received proper nourishment, wanted to give her at least one meal where she didn't have to worry about hunger. As the maids laid out platters of roasted meats, fresh bread, vegetables, and fruits, Pietra began to eat with desperate urgency. She ate like someone who hadn't seen a proper meal in weeks, and Gianna watched with a mixture of sympathy and concern. But the aroma of the food, rich and heavy in the air, suddenly made Gianna's stomach turn violently. Without warning, nausea crashed th

Gianna managed to catch up with Nolan before he could confront Elmund and do something drastic. She grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop in the corridor."Stop," she said firmly. "I don't like the way your temper has been hanging off a cliff these days. And secondly, I was the one who asked Elmund the question. This isn't his fault."Nolan tried to pull away from her, his anger still simmering just beneath the surface, but Gianna held her ground. She hissed at him, her own irritation rising, and then she turned and walked away, leaving him standing alone in the corridor.For a moment, Nolan remained where he was, his chest heaving with anger and frustration. But then, instead of pursuing Elmund as he had intended, he turned and followed Gianna instead.He caught up with her just as she reached their chambers. He gently took her arm and turned her to face him, his expression contrite."I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "I was pissed because what he told you wasn't the truth. Or

Nolan couldn't tell her. No matter how persistently Gianna pressed, no matter how many times she demanded answers, he couldn't bring himself to voice the words that had been screamed at his mother's spirit.The suggestion was too terrible. The very idea of it made his soul recoil in horror. Knowing Gianna as he did, knowing her selfless nature and her desperate desire to save him, he couldn't risk even letting her consider the possibility. If she knew what the healer and his own mother had suggested, she might decide that sacrificing herself was worth it. She might convince herself that it was the only solution.So when she wouldn't stop asking, when she kept pushing and demanding and pleading for the truth, something inside Nolan snapped. He raised his voice, speaking harshly in a way he had never done with her before, and Gianna shrieked at his tone, fear and hurt flashing across her face.In that moment of her shock and pain, Nolan seized the opportunity to walk away. He turned and

The air in the chamber felt thick, as if the very atmosphere were suffocating under the weight of Nolan’s fading pulse. Gianna’s fingers trembled as she pulled the heavy velvet curtains shut, plunging the room into a dim, amber-hued twilight. She couldn’t bear the thought of the guards outside witnessing her desperation, or worse, the pity in their eyes as they watched her cling to a ghost.She hurried to the vanity, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She ripped open the small, hidden compartment in the drawer where she kept the necklace—the obsidian chain tipped with a single, luminescent pearl."Iris," she hissed, her voice barely a breath. "If you are there, show yourself. Don't you dare abandon me now."The pearl remained dull, a cold, lifeless stone against her palm. Gianna clutched it tight, her knuckles turning white. She turned toward the bed, where Nolan lay in a stillness so profound it looked like marble. The doctor’s earlier words—his will is set aga

Gianna stood frozen on the clouds, watching Nolan speak to the messenger. The weight of what she'd just witnessed—his refusal to sacrifice her, his acceptance of death rather than allow her to be bargained away—settled over her like a heavy cloak.Iris seemed impressed by his choice, her ethereal face showing something that might have been respect or approval. But Gianna was beyond shock. She couldn't process how he had been willing to give up such a golden chance to save himself. He could have exchanged her life for his. He could have lived. And instead, he had chosen to die.Gianna felt tears sliding down her cheeks—not just tears, but the kind of crying that came from the deepest part of her soul, from a place of profound emotion that transcended explanation."What happens now?" she whispered to Iris, her voice barely audible even in the stillness of this ethereal realm. "Now that he chose not to sacrifice me. What happens to him?"Iris turned to look at her, and for the first time