Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORCED TO HAVE THE ALPHA’S BABY: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

CelineThe knock on Alaric’s door cut through the paper shuffle like a blade. It was the kind of knock that didn’t bother with politeness. Cade pushed the door open and stepped in without waiting.“Alpha, there’s someone here. Another Alpha. He says he won’t leave until he sees you.”Alaric looked up slow, like a man waking from a good thought and finding it ruined. “Who?”“Kellen,” Cade said.The name meant nothing to me, but Cade’s jaw tightened enough the room felt colder. This wasn’t a social call.Alaric shoved his chair back. The legs scraped loud on stone. He snapped his shirt straight and, without glancing at me, said, “You’re coming.”I rose and followed because I didn’t have a choice. Every step hit the floor like a promise I hadn’t made.The meeting room smelled of old wood and old rules. The elders sat along one wall, faces carved tight. Rank wolves leaned against pillars, waiting. Kellen stood in the center like he planned to stay.He was big in a quiet way—broad shoulder

CelineThe drive to Kellen’s pack felt like it was going to last forever. I must say it's the first time I left Nightshade since I was brought there as a breeder. My eyes caught sight of a familiar truck I have always seen in Nightshade, it was definitely Alaric's men.I wasn’t fooled. They weren’t here for my protection. They were here to drag me back if I dared take one wrong step. Their eyes felt like chains wrapped around my skin, invisible but tight enough to leave me breathless.Beside me, Kellen kept looking at me, his posture sharp, his shoulders stiff. His face was unreadable. He didn’t speak, and yet I felt his awareness settle over me like a weight. I couldn’t decide if I hated him for bringing me here or if I should thank him.My chest tightened with each mile, thoughts circling, always dragging me back to the same impossible question. What if he wasn’t lying? What if my aunt really was alive?By the time the cars stopped at the edge of his pack, my stomach was a twisted k

CelineWhen I woke, the world was wrong.My head was heavy, my mouth dry, my limbs foreign. The air pressed down thick, and it took me too long to realize I wasn’t lying on the soft bed anymore. The surface beneath me was cold stone. My wrists ached. I tried to move, but I felt the chain bruise my skin. Tight around both wrists, when I tried to pull it cut deeper.Panic burned up before my thoughts could even settle. I blinked into the dark, searching for anything, anyone. A door. A window. A light. There was nothing but shadows stretching out into a damp chamber. My chest heaved, the air damp and bitter.And then it hit me. My aunt. The soup. Her trembling hands.She drugged me.My stomach twisted so hard I gagged, bile stinging my throat. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head against the cold stone. “No… she wouldn’t…” But the truth pressed in, undeniable. The heaviness in my body wasn’t natural. The taste of herbs still coated my tongue. She had done it.A sound came from the corner,

CelineI sat in the backseat and felt the truck move under us like a steady animal. Alaric’s arm was across my shoulders the whole ride, firm, unyielding but he didn’t speak. The road blurred past in bands of light and dark. The engine kept time with my pulse.Behind us, the other truck bumped along. I could hear muffled, uneven breathing through the gap in the cab. The guards were still out of it. Drugs do that; they lurch and sleep while the world keeps spinning. One of Alaric’s men had taken the wheel. He drove like he’d been woken up by a whip, hands white on the steering wheel.I let my head rest against the seat and tried to sort the noise inside my skull. It would not settle. Questions rolled through me, hitting harder than the truck’s suspension. Why had he come? Why had he torn through Kellen’s pack and found me? Why, in the same breath, did a small useless corner of me feel… found?It made no sense. Kellen wanted me for my blood. He wanted what I carried—power and lineage an

CelineI move quietly through the pack house, head bowed, my face calm, careful not to show what burns underneath. They think I’ve settled, that I’ve accepted the rules here, that obedience has sunk into my bones the way it has with so many others. I let them believe it. It’s easier to survive when no one suspects what’s going on inside me.When Alaric’s guards pass me, their eyes linger a second too long, full of arrogance, sure of their control. They believe no one can touch them, that the system he built is too strong to be broken. I keep my expression blank, even polite, but in my mind I mark each careless glance, each lazy step, every moment their attention slips. I see more than they think I do.Sometimes, at night, when the halls are too quiet, I hear whispers from the Omegas who came here around the same time I did. Not all of them were chosen as breeders. Some work in the kitchens, some clean, some just… drift. Forgotten. Their lives don’t matter to anyone but themselves. Tha