Goddess Of The Underworld (Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Xavier

The house was too quiet without the kids. Envy tried not to show it, but I saw it every

time she passed their room, or when her hand lingered on the back of the couch where Elliot usually perched like a crow. Maddox paced inside me, restless with the silence, restless with the waiting. So I filled the space with work, patrols, training, and maps drawn and redrawn for the packs defense. But when I came home, my priority was her. Making sure her plate was full. That her feet were up. That she knew she wasn’t carrying any of this alone. She tried to brush it off when I kissed her belly each night. But I saw the way her fingers tightened in my hair. Fear and love mixed together.

Haiden

I hated the quiet more than I admitted. Talen hated it more. He prowled inside me, snapping at shadows, itching for blood. I let him run long nights to burn it off, but it didn’t stop the tension coiling tighter as Envy’s birthday crept closer.

She didn’t want a celebration anymore. No cake, no laughter. Not without the kids. I got it. But hell, if I was going to let the day pass like any other. So when Levi pulled out the idea, take her back to the place he’d taken her first, the one she’d called theirs, I agreed before he’d even finished the sentence. A dinner, just us, no titles, no war. I’d fight the gods themselves to give her that.

Levi

Details matter. Especially now. I kept the pack steady, the Underworld running, the schedules running smoothly, so there were no cracks for panic to fall through. But under it all was her shift. Each sunrise was a reminder that we were closing in on something bigger than all of us. So I planned. We’d take her to our spot in the hills, where she made the hills come alive with a million little flowers. Where we once lay together and talked about life. When things were as simple as a boy trying to get a girl to love him. We’d take all her, and the babies favourite foods, candles, blankets, a touch of magic and it would be

perfect.

Noah

Hawk and I carried most of the weight outside. Fences, scouts, keeping Zion’s men folded

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into the line. He liked the rhythm, liked the constant movement that kept his teeth from finding something worse to bite. But inside? Inside, it was about her. I rubbed her back when the weight in her spine grew too much. I pressed water into her hands when she forgot. I stayed awake through the night when she couldn’t, just to remind her she wasn’t facing the dark alone. She thought she hid it well, the ache of missing the kids, the fear of what the witches wanted. But I knew. And when she leaned against me on the couch, whispering that she didn’t want a birthday, didn’t want a party, I kissed her hair and let her know: we weren’t asking for a celebration. We were asking for a night with her. Just

her.

Envy

I woke to the smell of cinnamon and coffee. Warmth pressed in all around me before I

even opened my eyes, voices low, footsteps careful, the weight of love filling the room.

When I finally blinked awake, they were there. My four mates, grins in varying degrees of

smug and soft, each balancing a plate, a mug, and a flower stolen from the garden.

I clapped a hand over my mouth, but the tears came anyway. “Best gift I could ever get,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Thank you.”

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