All Chapters of Alphas forbidden mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella’s pov “Congratulations! You’re pregnant,” the doctor said. The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. Time seemed to freeze. My heart stuttered. My breath caught. “I… I’m pregnant?” I murmured, the words foreign in my mouth. The doctor nodded, smiling. “Yes, Isabella. You’re pregnant.” I blinked, grounding myself by gripping the chair. I pinched my arm. The sting proved it—it wasn’t a dream. Tears pricked my eyes. “Thank you,” I whispered, overwhelmed. “You have no idea what this means to me… how much you’ve changed my life.” My hands trembled as I took the file and rushed out of the office, emotions swirling like a storm. In the car, joy bubbled up—tempered by hesitation. Should I call Zachary? Tell him now? No. The news was too precious to share over the phone. After six years of trying—of hoping—I was finally pregnant. This was our miracle. The thing that could fix us. I placed my hand over my stomach. “You’re going to bring back my happiness,”

Isabella’s pov I needed to get out of there. My hands shook as I quickly put on my clothes, trying to block out the panic rising in my chest. This shouldn’t have happened. I had messed up—big time. I moved as quietly as I could, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. When I finally reached the door, I glanced back one last time before slipping out into the hallway. My heart was racing, and all I could think was, Now, I have even more problems to deal with. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white as I pulled up to the house. Every instinct screamed that I shouldn’t be here, but I had to gather my things and leave for good. I slipped inside quietly, each step heavy with the hope that Zachary wasn’t home. The thought of facing him churned my stomach—not just because he was a lying cheat, but because I had my own secret now, a shame that tangled my insides with guilt. But then, his voice broke through the silence. “I see you finally made it back,” Zachary said from behind

Isabella’s POV This is exactly what I wanted—Zachary humiliated in front of everyone. I savored the moment, watching him stand there speechless, his confidence shattered. I couldn’t stop myself from scoffing. “There’s been a big misunderstanding, and it’ll be resolved quickly,” Maris’s sharp voice cut through the tension. Of course, my so-called mother-in-law had to swoop in to defend her precious son. “But for now, this party is over.” The guests started murmuring as they shuffled out, clearly disappointed that the drama was being cut short. “My daughter-in-law hasn’t been feeling well lately,” Maris continued, her condescending tone grating on my nerves. “She’s not in her right mind.” Her words hit me like a slap in the face—an insult disguised as concern. My fists clenched at my sides, but I stayed silent. I knew if I said anything else, they’d demand proof of Zachary’s cheating, and I didn’t have it—yet. As the crowd thinned out, Maris wasted no time grabbing my wris

Asher’s pov I couldn’t stop thinking about her lips—soft, inviting, and maddeningly out of reach. The way they’d felt against mine haunted me. I wanted to taste them again, to claim them, to lose myself in her over and over. Just the thought sent a familiar heat coursing through my veins. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my damp hair as I opened my eyes. The throbbing ache between my legs was impossible to ignore. I glanced down and cursed again, frustration mixing with shame as I realized my body’s betrayal. Wrapping my hand around myself, I tried to calm the storm brewing inside me. I shouldn’t be doing this—not with thoughts of her. Not when she was my stepbrother’s wife. But the memory of her lingered, vivid and intoxicating, like a drug I couldn’t resist. My grip tightened as my strokes became more deliberate, chasing release before guilt could consume me entirely. “Ngh,” I bit down on my lip, my free hand bracing against the shower wall. The

Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse Isabella’s POV What the hell is wrong with this guy? His words, his smirk—it all screamed insanity. He was clearly a nut job, just like his brother. “To have your coochie to myself permanently, I will marry you,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. His eyes held a seductive glint, but all I felt was a deep, crawling disgust. My stomach churned as I glared at him. “You’re nothing but a dickhead,” I snapped, my voice sharp with unfiltered annoyance. “I’ll forever regret letting myself sleep with someone as vile as you—a man with no morals, no decency, no respect.” He didn’t even flinch. Instead, a wicked grin stretched across his face as his hand shot out, gripping my wrist with deliberate force. “Morals?” he said, his tone mocking. His fingers trailed up my arm, making my skin crawl. “Have you forgotten how much you screamed my name? How you begged me not to stop?” He leaned closer, his breath hot against my face as his hand b