All Chapters of Pregnant For The Ruthless Alpha But Secretly An Heiress : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Luna’s POV“Ray!”The name tore from my lips before I even opened my eyes. My chest heaved, sweat sticking my nightgown to my back. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, whether I was still trapped in the nightmare of seeing him vanish, or back in the real world where worry had consumed me. The beep of my alarm clock brought me crashing back to reality. I turned my head, squinting at the numbers.7:59!My eyes widened.“I’m dead.”I flew out of bed, nearly tripping on the sheets tangled around my ankles. My fingers shook as I yanked open the closet, pulling out the first outfit I could find. I didn’t even care that the blouse was wrinkled or that my shoes didn’t match. All I cared about was making it on time.I rushed down the stairs, hailed the first cab I saw, and practically begged the driver to go faster. But of course, fate had other plans. Traffic appeared out of nowhere halfway through the route, horns sounding, people shouting. My heart pounded in sync with the ticking cl

Damien’s POVThe night air was cold as I stepped out of the limo, my shoes hitting the driveway with a quiet authority. The mansion loomed ahead, glowing with gold lights and humming with classic music. Beside me, Luna stood, her dress clinging softly to her nice figure, her eyes darting nervously at the line of guests already streaming inside.I bent closer, my lips near her ear. “Relax,” I whispered. “You’ve got nothing to worry about tonight. Just stay by my side.”She nodded, though her fingers twisted slightly in the hem of her dress. I smirked as I saw how nervous she was. She wasn’t built for this world—my world, but she had a way of standing out anyway.Inside, the ballroom was lively. Chandelier light sparkled off the wine glasses, violins sang in the corner, and every man wore a tailored suit with a beautiful lady assigned to their side. I led Luna forward, introducing her briefly to a few faces that mattered, watching her manage shy smiles and polite nods. She didn’t talk

Damien’s POV My chest tightened when I saw them dragging Luna up the stairs. Her hair was loose from the struggle, her breath uneven, but her eyes, her eyes found me instantly, no fear, no panic. Just… worry. Was it worry for me?The man with the gun tilted his head, his lips curling into a sly grin.“Bring her here,” he ordered, his voice deep, carrying an edge of amusement. “I think I’d like a little fun before this night ends.”My blood boiled. I clenched my fists even as the ropes bit into my wrists.“You lay one finger on her,” I growled, my voice low, deadly, “and I swear you won’t live to regret it.”The man only laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that echoed in the night.“Big words for someone tied up like a dog.”The others dragged Luna to his side. She didn’t struggle. She didn’t beg. She just kept her gaze locked on me, her brow furrowed as though she was the one afraid I might do something reckless. Damn it, that look almost broke me.“Leave us,” the man ordered his men. “

Luna’s POVMy head was pounding.I groaned as I sat up in bed, clutching my sides. I felt like tiny drums were beating inside my skull. I reached for the little pouch of herbs I always kept by my bedside. They usually worked for everything, aches, fevers, even those nights when I couldn’t sleep. But nothing worked this time, no matter what I tried, chewing or even inhaling the steam.“This is ridiculous,” I muttered. “It’s just a hangover… right?”I had no choice. I needed something stronger than home remedies.Pulling on a coat, I walked down the street toward the hospital. The glass doors slid open, and the sharp scent of antiseptic instantly hit my nose. Nurses hurried about, voices low and brisk, while patients sat scattered on benches, waiting for their turn.I went straight to Damien's family doctor, whom the queen had introduced us to once or twice. He listened to my complaints with a half-smile, scribbled something quickly on his notepad, and handed me a folded prescription s

Damien’s POVThe clang of metal echoed through the mansion gym as I racked the barbell. Sweat dripped down my neck, soaking into the collar of my black training shirt. My muscles burned, but the ache felt good. Control the pain, feel that burn. The door creaked open. My men stepped inside, their faces tight. I caught the shift in their expressions instantly. I knew something was wrong.“Any word from my parents?” I asked, toweling off my arms.The first man shook his head. “No, Sir. Nothing. But…”“But what?” My voice sharpened.The second man stepped forward, a small device in his hand. “We received a radio distress call earlier. It was brief, but… I think you should hear it.”“Play it.”The static-filled room with a harsh crackle, and then a woman’s voice cut through. My mother’s voice.“Elena…!”The message ended as abruptly as it began.My blood ran cold, then boiled hot. Fury surged through me like wildfire.“Elena,” I growled under my breath.She was behind this. She had to be.