บททั้งหมดของ The Cruel Alpha's Unwanted Bride: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

{~~Avery Sterling~~}Staring at his body, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before me. His shirtless frame was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle and sinew, every inch of his torso defined with a precision that seemed almost impossible. His broad shoulders tapered down into a chiseled chest, the kind that spoke of both power and grace. The way his muscles flexed with even the slightest movement sent a shiver down my spine, as if his body was made to be admired, to be touched.His skin, a smooth canvas of sun-kissed bronze, gleamed under the soft light, highlighting every ridge and valley of his abs. Each of his abs was perfectly carved, as if they were etched by the hands of a master sculptor, creating a stunning six-pack that made my breath catch in my throat. His obliques, those alluring lines that cut down his sides, added a touch of raw masculinity that was impossible to resist. It was as if his entire body was designed to make you want to trace your fingers along every

{~~Avery Sterling~~}I did my rounds with Shawn, then checked on the patients in the basement. I was able to check their vitals and see some of the reports already made by the members of the team. They were expanding on the serum I’d made. It was a good step for all of us. I sat down there for a good hour making sure everything was right, and answering some questions they had left for me.I love how coordinated this team is. We’re doing everything right.After some time, I could see the brain wave of Mr Miller. His brain has slowed its rot process but it wasn’t recovering. I have an idea of how to do this but it’ll take some time. My cell phone sprang to life, startling me out of my train of thought. I reached for it blindly, answering without checking the caller ID.“Hey.” Aisha’s voice came as a shock to me. I haven’t heard from her in so long. Well since I found out our little town was trending.“Hi, Aisha. How are you?”“I’m alright. I haven’t heard from you. Are you okay?”“Yeah,

{~~Avery Sterling~~}Something strange was happening. Aisha wouldn’t reach my eyes with hers, she kept avoiding me. And she couldn’t even look at Logan. I figured she would be glaring at him. Logan was so unbothered. Pretending Ethan wasn’t speaking. His attention was on me. He ordered something light for us both.He just rolled with it like there was nothing wrong.Ethan was speaking but I wasn’t listening either. My eyes couldn’t leave my best friend. Why do I get the feeling that I’m missing something here? When our food arrived, I cut through Ethan’s words.“I am not in danger. I am not being forced into this marriage, my parents are going to prison. I don’t owe them anything. I am in this marriage because I love logan. And he loves me too.”Ethan snorted. “Are you joking? What has he done to show you that he loves you? Words mean nothing.”I rubbed my forehead. I’ve had such a stressful day. I don’t want to deal with his issues.“Look, Ethan, I am not a damsel you can waltz into

{~~Logan Grey~~}My heart was still racing from what had happened that day. The adrenaline from earlier was still coursing through me, and I couldn’t shake the image of her being shoved like that. If I hadn’t stepped out to check on her—if I’d been even a second late—I might have been staring at her lifeless body instead of having her in my arms. The mere thought sent a chill down my spine, and a nauseating wave of fear rippled through me.The truth was, it scared the living hell out of me. I didn’t want to admit it, but that incident forced me to confront something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. If I ever doubted how I felt about her, that moment of sheer panic, that gut-wrenching fear of losing her, wiped away every ounce of doubt. My feet were glued to the ground for what felt like an eternity, my mind racing, my heart pounding. Yet somehow, my instincts kicked in just in time. I didn’t even think—just reacted.But the aftermath of it all was still rattling me when my phone buz

{~~Logan Grey~~}I am going to be a father. Who let this happen?This question has been running through my mind for the past hour, ever since I woke up from what was supposed to be a peaceful nap. Avery and I had come home from the hospital three hours ago after another grueling shift, and tomorrow, we’ll be bringing Ava’s daughter home with us—as ours. Let me just say… we are in no way prepared for this. Not mentally, emotionally, or even physically. I mean, our house isn’t even set up for a child, let alone a baby. I should be sleeping right now, catching whatever rest I can before our lives completely change. But instead, I’ve been lying here, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything settle into my chest.Am I even ready to be a father? What do I know about raising a daughter? About raising any child, for that matter? It’s not like I’ve had a manual handed to me, detailing every step I’m supposed to take to make sure she grows up happy, healthy, and whole. What if I