All Chapters of Alphas forbidden mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isabella’s pov I lay still, my body stiff with suppressed rage, as their voices filtered through the walls. Every word made my skin crawl, my nails biting into my palms as I clenched my fists tightly. These monsters were plotting the end of my child’s life. My child. My blood boiled, but I kept my breathing steady, pretending to sleep while my mind churned with desperation. I needed to get out of this house—needed to escape before they destroyed me, or worse, my baby. “I’ll be leaving now,” Maris said, her voice calm but commanding. “You’ll have to keep a closer eye on her. This can’t happen again. You know the last thing we want is to raise suspicions.” Her words were low, calculated, meant for Zachary’s ears alone. But I heard every syllable clearly. “You don’t have to worry, Mom,” Zachary replied smoothly, his voice dripping with faux confidence. “She’ll be under my control.” The door clicked shut behind her, and my heart raced. Under his control? My stomach churned with di

ISABELLA’s POV I know for sure it’s a bad idea to go with him, but he’s right—I have nowhere to go, nowhere to stay. I can’t risk putting myself or my child in danger. “You can’t leave me hanging,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips. I hesitate but finally reach out to shake his hand. His smirk falters for a split second, replaced by surprise, but it quickly returns. “You made a good decision,” he says smugly. I roll my eyes. “I’m only doing this because it’s the only option I have. Nothing more,” I say firmly. “Nothing more?” he teases, leaning in slightly, his voice full of mockery. “Are you sure you don’t want more?” He squeezes my hand briefly, and I pull it away, glaring at him. His grin widens. “Relax. I’ll go get the discharge papers sorted,” he says casually, glancing at the drip stand before turning and walking out. As the door shuts behind him, I exhale, trying to steady my nerves. I really hope I’m not making a mistake. The car ride

Isabella’s POV Oh no. What did I just say? The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had made a mistake. Asher isn’t the father of my child—so why did I say that? Zachary’s furious growl shakes the room, his rage practically crackling in the air around us. “What did you just say?” His voice is dangerously low, the calm before the storm. Then, suddenly, he lets out a bitter, humorless laugh, one that sends a chill down my spine. “This must be some kind of joke, right?” His laughter dies just as fast as it came, replaced by an eerie silence. His eyes bore into me, demanding an answer. I force myself to stand tall, though my legs feel weak beneath me. “You heard me,” I say, trying to sound confident, but my voice betrays me with the slightest tremor. I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. “Asher is my child’s father.” The room falls into a suffocating silence. Zachary takes a step closer, his anger palpable. “You expect me to believe that?” His voice is sharp, dripping w

Zachary’s POV "You’re in love with Asher?" I barked out a laugh, the sound raw and unhinged, echoing in the small space of her apartment. "Is this some kind of joke?" My laughter bordered on manic, as if the sheer absurdity of her words had snapped something inside of me. But Betty? She didn’t flinch. "It’s not a joke, sweetheart," she said smoothly, taking a step back, her lips curling into a taunting smirk. "Asher is the perfect man for me—his confidence, his authority, everything about him turns me the fuck on." The way she said it, so shameless, so unapologetic, sent a white-hot rage surging through me. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palm as I tried—really fucking tried—to keep myself in check. "All the time we fucked, all the times we made love, meant nothing to you?" I asked, my voice dangerously low. She laughed. A cruel, mocking sound that grated against my skin like glass. "It was just sex," she purred, her tone dripping w

Isabella’s POV Something feels off. His arms are tight around me, almost desperate. My body stiffens, and I wonder—did something happen at work? “Asher… are you okay?” My voice is hesitant, barely above a whisper. The moment I speak, he pulls away, leaving behind an awkward tension thick enough to choke on. His eyes dart around the room, avoiding mine. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t have hugged you like that.” His fingers twitch at his sides, his discomfort almost tangible. “I thought you left.” I frown. “Why would I leave?” His jaw tightens. “Zachary is coming. With the council members.” My breath catches. My stomach twists into a knot. “He’s actually bringing them here?” My voice wavers as I press a trembling hand over my mouth. We all know what the council is capable of—twisted men with no regard for justice, their actions easily swayed by Maris influence. If they get involved, I won’t stand a chance. “What are we going to do?” I whisper, but the fear in