All Chapters of Pregnant For The Ruthless Alpha But Secretly An Heiress : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elena's POV ‎‎The path to Mom’s old mansion was rough, but I didn’t care. I needed answers. My head was full of questions that refused to go away, and the only place that felt like it might hold the truth was that house. I had only been there once when I was a little girl, clinging to my mother’s hand as the tall gates creaked open. I remembered the smell of roses and dust.‎‎Now, years later, the place still stood like a memory. ‎‎When I reached the front door, I hesitated. I could hear voices inside, footsteps moving about. Someone was living here. I straightened my shoulders, pushed down my nerves, and knocked.‎‎A woman opened the door. She was middle-aged, with tired eyes but a polite smile. “Yes? Can I help you?”‎‎“Yes,” I said quickly, my voice firm. “I’m here on inspection. I need to make sure the house is fit for living.”‎‎The woman blinked, surprised. “An inspector?”‎‎I nodded, forcing confidence into my tone. “It won’t take long. Just a walk-through.”‎‎She did

‎Damien’s POV‎‎Days had passed since I sent my men in search of my mother. Every morning I wake up expecting them to return with news—good news. Every night, I went to bed disappointed. No word. No sign. It was like she had disappeared into thin air.‎‎I hated waiting. Waiting made me feel powerless, but I wasn’t. I was an Alpha.‎‎Tonight, I couldn’t sit still anymore. I found myself standing outside her chambers, my hand on the doorknob. It had been locked since the day she vanished. My gut twisted, warning me that stepping inside was a bad idea. But I pushed the door open anyway.‎‎The room was perfectly arranged. A little strange. Her scent lingered faintly, with a hint of lavender and roses. Anyone else would think the room was untouched, but I knew better. My mother, the evil queen, was never careless. If there were answers, they would be hidden.‎‎I searched every corner, drawer, closet, and under the bed. Nothing. Until I saw it… A crack in the wall behind the dresser. M

‎Elena’s POV‎‎The room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the old clock on the wall. I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers wrapped tightly around a small sheet of paper. The test. The cruel little piece of truth that had shattered the image I had been carrying in my heart.‎‎I stared at it for what felt like the hundredth time, my eyes tracing the words that made my chest ache. ‎‎Negative.‎‎My lips trembled as I whispered to myself, “How can this be? I was so sure… all the signs were there. She has to be my sister.”‎‎I closed my eyes, and memories from my childhood tried to surface. Flashes of running through the forest barefoot, laughter echoing somewhere.‎‎My heart squeezed painfully. I wanted to believe. I needed to believe.‎‎The door creaked, and I quickly shoved the paper under my blanket.‎‎“Elena?” Ray’s voice drifted in, soft but steady.‎‎I turned my head slowly. He stood at the doorway, his expression carrying concern.‎‎“I didn’t see you at all yest

Damien’s POV ‎‎The archives smelled like dust and time. Old leather bindings lined the shelves in neat rows, though most had not been touched in decades. Some were cracked, some falling apart, their pages yellowed and fragile.‎‎I ran a hand through my hair, scanning another heavy book and flipping through its brittle pages. Nothing. Just more myths and half-written records. My father’s words echoed in my head like a curse I couldn’t shake. ‘The seal of the three’‎‎“What does it even mean?” I muttered to myself, slamming the book shut. The sound echoed off the stone walls.‎‎Hours had passed. My eyes burned from the strain of reading in dim light, and still there was nothing. I shoved the book aside, grabbed another, and skimmed it too fast, the words blurring together.‎‎Empty.‎‎I slammed it down on the table, frustration clawing at me. “Useless.”‎‎I stood, paced the room, then grabbed a whole stack of books and shoved them to the floor. The thud was satisfying, but it did

‎Elena’s POV ‎‎The kingdom gates rose before us. They shone faintly, catching the sunlight, each stroke of design with crowns, wolves, and strange runes I didn’t recognize. As our carriage rolled forward, my chest tightened with awe.‎‎When the doors creaked open, a man stepped out from the grand palace at the end of the courtyard. His robe shimmered with silver threads, and a crown rested lightly against his dark hair. His eyes were sharp but kind, and the authority in his presence could not be mistaken.‎‎“Welcome,” he said, voice smooth and deep. His gaze settled on Damien. “I wasn’t expecting company beyond you, Alpha.”‎‎Damien gave a slight nod, as calm and stoic as ever. “This is Elena,” he said, turning to me. “My betrothed.”‎‎For a heartbeat, I thought I heard my own pulse louder than anything else. Betrothed. He’d never said it aloud before, not in front of anyone of importance.‎‎The king’s lips curved into a smile. “Ah. Then welcome to my kingdom, Lady Elena.”‎‎I