Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Greogry : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Emma's Pov I can feel Daniel’s eyes on me, that same look he gets when he’s about to pester me about something. “So, Emma…” Daniel finally breaks the silence, crossing his arms and leaning against the back of the couch. “What are you going to do now?”I raise an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”“You know what I mean.” He gives me a look like I’m being difficult on purpose, which, okay, maybe I am. “You can’t keep ignoring it. You have to tell Gregory.”I sigh, knowing exactly what he’s talking about but not really wanting to go down that road. “Daniel, I understand your concern, but…” I glance away, unsure how to word it. “I don’t think I’m ready to tell him yet.”Daniel’s expression softens for a moment, but just as quickly, his usual playful smirk returns. “Emma, look at how worked up your father got you. Imagine if i had not arrived right when I did. What would he have done?” His voice drops a little, and I can see genuine worry in his eyes now. “I think it’s time you let Gr

After Katie left, I led Emma toward the bed. She moved quietly, her steps hesitant. Once she sat down, I turned and went back to close the door, making sure we had privacy. I needed to hear everything without interruption, and this conversation couldn’t wait any longer. When I returned, I sat down beside her, feeling the distance between us despite our proximity. There were so many unspoken things, so many secrets weighing on us. I looked at her, searching her face for something, but she kept her gaze down, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the bedspread. “Emma,” I started, my voice low. “These past few months… without you… haven’t been easy. If I said otherwise, I’d be lying.” She didn’t respond immediately, her shoulders tensing at my words. I could sense the emotional walls she had built, the ones I was trying to break through. I took a breath, knowing I had to push her, even if it hurt. “But what’s been harder… is not knowing the truth. I need you to tell me e

Gregory’s POV Emma’s question caught me off guard. “So, tell me about your father,” she asked softly, her eyes searching mine. A sudden, tight feeling formed in my throat, and I coughed, looking anywhere but at her. The walls, the floor, even the window—anything to avoid her gaze. My father wasn’t something I talked about often, and definitely not now. The silence stretched between us, and I could feel her watching me, waiting. But how was I supposed to answer that? Where would I even begin? Emma shifted, her voice gentle, understanding. “I mean… if it’s uncomfortable to talk about, you don’t have to. I don’t know much about him, but it’s okay.” I exhaled, grateful for her tact. Before I could respond, she smiled and changed the subject, her tone light. “You know what? I’m hungry.” I blinked, the sudden shift catching me off guard. “Hungry? Again?” She stood up, brushing off her clothes as if to signal the conversation was officially over. “Yes, again.” A small smi

Katie's Pov I stood outside Alpha Jerome's room, my heart pounding in my chest. The air was thick with anticipation, and I felt a mixture of dread and curiosity as I prepared to confront the man who held so much power in our world. Today was the day I would meet him, and there was no turning back now. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Alpha Jerome sat on the edge of the bed, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he looked me over. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn’t the most pretty prideful, Katie," he drawled, his tone dripping with mock admiration. I rolled my eyes, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "Can we just get to it?" I replied, cutting through the superficial pleasantries that hung in the air between us. As I spoke, I began to unfasten the buttons of my blouse, peeling it away from my skin with deliberate slowness. The fabric slipped down my

Georgory's POV Today was finally the day. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension as I stood in our bedroom, watching Emma sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Six months had passed since we found out Emma was pregnant, and now, she was unmistakably full, her belly round and prominent beneath the covers. I could hear her soft snores, a gentle reminder of how peaceful she looked despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us. With a quiet sigh, I approached the bed, my heart swelling at the sight of her. I shook her shoulder gently, murmuring her name, but she didn’t stir. Instead, she rolled onto her side, burying her face in the pillow. I chuckled softly, shaking my head at her stubbornness. “Emma,” I whispered into her ear, leaning down closer. “Mother is back.” Instantly, she sprang up, her eyes wide with surprise, and in her excitement, she caught me squarely on the nose with her forehead.