All Chapters of The Biker Alpha's Secret Baby : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aliyah’s POVI stared at the ceiling long after my tears had dried on the pillow. My chest still ached from the weight of last night’s decision, but somewhere in the cracks of my heart, a new vow had taken root. I would protect this child. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifices, this child would live and never know shame.I whispered it to myself, again and again, like a prayer, like a battle cry. “I’ll protect you.”And I meant it.By dawn, something in me shifted. For the first time since the storm, I pulled myself out of bed with purpose. I was going to live differently. I was going to train harder, eat better, focus fiercely on becoming the racer I was born to be. My child deserved a mother who didn’t bow under pressure.I stood in the shower, water streaming over me, washing away the stains of fear, though not completely. My hand pressed unconsciously against my stomach. “We’ll be okay,” I murmured to the invisible life growing inside me. “I’ll make sure of it.”When I dres

Aliyah’s POVBy the time I stepped off my bike in front of the house, my eyes were still swollen and raw from the tears I had shed in the restroom of that restaurant. No matter how many times I splashed water on my face, the redness wouldn’t fade. My reflection in the mirror had looked like a ghost. Pale, hollow, and broken.I wanted to disappear, but fate wouldn’t let me.Papa’s voice boomed the second I walked through the door. “Aliyah!”My heart jumped, he was standing in the lobby, arms folded across his chest, his eyes dark with worry.“Where were you?” His voice wasn’t angry, not yet, but firm, sharp like the edge of a blade.I swallowed hard, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Restroom.”His brows furrowed. “Restroom? For hours?”I shrugged, trying to sound casual, though my throat was tight. “I… needed space, Papa, that’s all. I just wanted to be by myself.”His gaze searched through me, reading too much, always reading too much. “You’ve been crying.”My stomach clenc

ALIYAH'S POV The morning sunlight bled faintly through the curtains when I opened my eyes. I had barely slept. Every muscle in my body ached from training, but it was my mind that had truly exhausted me. The weight of secrets pressed heavily on my chest, but I forced myself to move. I had promises to keep.I slipped into one of my biggest hoodies, pulled my sweatpants higher, and tied the drawstring tight. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, pale, with faint shadows under my eyes, but still passable. Still hiding, that was all that mattered.Papa had left money on the dining table for groceries. I tucked the bills into my pocket, kissed him on the cheek, and assured him I’d be quick.“Don’t take long,” Papa said. His voice carried that protective edge that always made me both grateful and guilty. “And ride carefully.”“I will, Papa,” I promised.I hopped on my bike, the engine’s roar giving me a brief sense of power, of control, of freedom from the chaos I lived in. The ro

Aliyah’s POVThe hospital corridors smelled faintly of antiseptic, that sharp, sterile scent that always made me feel smaller somehow. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt lower over my face, praying no one would notice me as I slipped into the prenatal program office. Every step I took echoed with the heavy reminder of why I was here, of the tiny heartbeat that had tied itself to mine.It wasn’t supposed to be like this, I was supposed to be training, racing, fighting my way to the top. Not sneaking into hospitals like a criminal, carrying a secret so big it could swallow me whole.I clutched the appointment slip tighter, walking quickly toward the waiting room. I nearly froze in my tracks when I heard a familiar voice. It was warm, lively, and unmistakable.“Aliyah? Aliyah Censori?”My head snapped up. Standing by the reception desk, a hand resting on her slightly swollen belly, was Tracy Baldwin, my friend from university. My breath caught. Tracy, with her glossy braids piled high, h

Aliyah’s POV Panic surged through me. Did he know? Did he see? My arms folded across my chest instinctively. “You’re imagining things,” I snapped.He studied me in silence, unreadable. Then, finally, his lips curved into a faint smile. “Maybe I am.”I let out a shaky breath, only realizing then how long I’d been holding it.“Let me give you a ride home,” he said suddenly.“No,” I blurted, too fast.His brows lifted in amusement. “Still stubborn.”“I said no, I have my bike. I don’t need your help.”Something flickered in his eyes. Frustration, pride, maybe both but he didn’t push. He nodded once. “Fine, I’ll respect that.”I hadn’t expected him to give up so easily. That unsettled me more than if he had pressed harder.“Take care of yourself, Aliyah,” he said quietly, almost gently. “The world can be cruel, don’t let it break you.”The words pierced right through me. For a moment, I saw a man who could be protective, who could be kind. But I shook the thought away. I couldn’t afford