Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Hostage Pregnant Bride: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

ZARA POVHe was finally getting up, and I knew I couldn't let him slide his shaft into me just yet. Not like this. Not when everything inside me was screaming for him. I couldn't think straight. It was like a fire had started in my belly, and it was spreading fast.I just reacted. I reached out, my fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him down, hard. His eyes widened, a mix of surprise and something else, something hot, flashing in them. I didn't give him time to think. I brought his face close to mine, our breaths mingling.Our lips met. It wasn't gentle. It was rough, hungry. I could taste myself on his lips, a strange, exciting taste. And underneath that, the sweet, familiar taste of chocolate. It made my head spin. It was too much. It was perfect.My hands moved without me even thinking about it. They slipped between us, finding him. He was hard, so hard. Perfect. I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling the heat, the strength. He bucked a little, a small, involuntary movement

HERO POVThe mountain air was far behind us now, replaced by the familiar breeze of the world outside the mountain. We'd said goodbye to Paxton and his mate and the witches too, it was a bittersweet moment. Now, I sat across from one of my best friends, Alpha Norton. We were all gathered in the living room of his pack house."So," I started, leaning forward, "I've got a million questions. But let's start with the basics. Do you know anything about teaching a kid to shift? Or, you know, what should they eat when they're old enough? And... diapers." I finished, feeling a little awkward.Norton chuckled, a warm, booming sound that filled the room. "Ah, the joys of parenthood," he said, shaking his head. "You know, Hero, I missed a lot of Kora's early years of pregnancy and taking care of a kid. I was... well, let's just say I wasn't the best version of myself back then.""Yeah, I remember," I said gently. "But that's in the past. You're a great father now.”"Thanks," he said, a small smi

ZARA POV"May I help you?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral. I held the door mostly closed, just in case. I didn't recognize her, and I definitely didn't want a stranger in Hero's house.The woman's eyes flickered over me, taking in every detail. She looked me up and down, and then her lips curled into a smirk that wasn't friendly at all. It was a mean, knowing smirk. I noticed her outfit more closely now. It was... well, it was very revealing. A tiny stripping looking dress, high heels that looked impossible to walk in, and a face full of makeup. Smoky eyes, bright red lipstick, the works. Even in the dim light of the porch, she looked like she was dressed for a night out at a strippers club, or maybe... something else."I could ask you the same question, bitch," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm here as courtesy of my king and here to warn you too... I thought Hero was done with girls like you? Didn't he tell you to leave already?"My heart did a weird little flip. He

ZARA POVI was so scared. I had to get out of this place fast. My hands shook as I turned the doorknob. "Please, please open," I whispered. Nothing. I tried again, harder this time. "You stupid door! Open!" I yelled, my voice cracking. "Somebody help me!" I hoped the guards outside would hear me, but it was like they had vanished. Where did they go?Suddenly, strong hands grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me away from the door. I turned my head, and it was Weston. Behind him stood the woman. She had a strange, mean smile on her face. Something wasn't right.Then, she did something that made my eyes widen. She slowly pulled off the mask she was wearing. It wasn't the face I had thought I didn't know all along! Underneath that mask, it was... Alvira."Wait, what?" I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Alvira?""Yes, Zara, it's me, I was a good actress cosplaying under that mask, right?" Alvira said, her smile turning into a snarl. "I've hated you for a long time. Ever since I heard you

HERO POVWhen I got back home… I panicked when I noticed that the entire guard, which I situated in their position, were practically in a deep sleep. It felt worse when I noticed the lights were on when I got home which felt like a weird sign. When I shifted and hurriedly threw on my pants, I fished around for my key. The front door was locked. That was a good sign at least, I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was cut short when another scent thrust itself to the forefront of my mind. It was a familiar scent I had smelled before, and then another scent that was just beneath it… Weston.When I opened the door, I could sense that Zara’s scent was stale, but Alvira’s was pungent, leading upstairs. I ignored it, following Zara’s fainter scent. It was laced with fear mixed with Weston’s scent. Anger and concern began building inside me as my fist clenched and I tracked the scents to the kitchen. But the kitchen looked pristine. There was nothing out of place except for Weston’s smell. Th