Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance

HELENAMy jaw should have snapped shut by now.But it didn’t.“A–Are you certain?” I whispered, voice cracking as my fingers trembled around the pregnancy test. Three years. Three years of sterile rooms, hormone shots, and silent nights crying in the shower while Brent grew more distant. Three years of hoping a baby might pull us back together.The doctor nodded, her eyes warm. “Positive, Ms. Vale. Congratulations.”A raw, disbelieving laugh tore from my throat, quickly dissolving into hot tears that streamed down my cheeks. I pressed my free hand to my stomach—still flat, still miraculous. There’s a life in here and it was ours. Joy crashed over me, bright and desperate, so fierce it hurt. Brent would lose his mind. He’d scoop me up and spin me around like he used to, back when his eyes still lit up at the sight of me.But the joy curdled almost instantly. He hadn’t looked at me that way in months. No kisses before practice. No random “I miss you” calls. No reaching for me in b

HELENAMy head was spinning as I stood outside the owner’s suite, the slammed door still echoing. The pregnancy test burned against my palm like a secret I wasn’t ready to weaponize yet.I needed to think. How could I salvage this?The originals. The thought cut through the chaos.Brent forged my signatures. What if there was some kind of proof? I could only contest the forgeries if I had the real documents with proper timestamps and metadata. And the fraud had happened internally. I was certain of it. Brent and Vanessa had used my office. My systems. The evidence had to be there.I hurried down the stairs, missing a step in my haste before colliding with Victor as he rushed toward me. His face was ashen, eyes wide with panic.“Helena, I—” His voice cracked. “Things are fucked. Everybody is calling me—sponsors, board members, even league reps. I don’t know what to do. The news is spreading like wildfire and—“I grabbed his arm, steadying both of us.“Lock it down, Victor. Right no