All Chapters of Alphas forbidden mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Isabella’s POV Asher’s arms suddenly slackened, his hold on me loosening until I was the only one still clinging to the hug. My brows furrowed. Something felt off. Gently, I pulled back, searching his face. His eyes were wide, distant, like he’d seen a ghost. “Asher, what happened? Are you okay?” My voice wavered with confusion. He blinked rapidly, then forced a crooked smile. “It’s nothing, Bella. I’m just… so happy about the news that I don’t know how to act.” I gave him a soft smile, though a knot of unease tightened in my chest. Taking his hand, I guided it to my stomach and held it there. “I told you I wanted a baby, Asher. And you gave me one.” My voice trembled with joy. “Now I know this child will be protected at all costs, especially because you’re the father.” But he didn’t respond. His gaze drifted somewhere else, unfocused. He seemed completely lost in thought. “Asher!” I called his name, gently shaking his hand. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you happy?” His

Asher’s POV I stood in front of the guest house, my fists clenched at my sides. I needed to talk to Zara. There had to be a way to fix this—some way to stop her from taking my child away from me. I knocked. The door swung open instantly, but to my surprise, no one was there. A chill crept down my spine, but I stepped inside anyway. “Zara?” I called into the dimly lit space. The room was pitch black. “Are you in here?” Just then, the lights snapped on. She was lounging on the couch, a smug smirk curving her lips like she’d been expecting me all along. “Why are you here, Alpha?” she asked, rising slowly to her feet, the smirk never leaving her face. “You should’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve come to you.” She moved toward me with a graceful, predatory elegance, her eyes scanning me like she could see every crack in my armor. “You look tense. What’s the matter?” she added, her voice almost sweet—but I couldn’t tell if she was mocking me or pretending to care. Her

Zachary’s POV “You can’t keep living like this, Zachary,” my mother snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. “I won’t stand by while you rot in this dark room like some defeated nobody.” I didn’t move. The room was my shield—quiet, shadowed, safe. But the moment was shattered when she yanked the curtains open, flooding the room with sunlight. I winced, groaning, and buried my face deeper into the pillow. “Mom, close the damn curtains,” I mumbled, my voice rough with days of disuse. She ignored me. Of course she did. “This is pathetic, Zachary. You’re letting Asher win,” she hissed, stepping closer. “Do you think he’s sitting somewhere sulking? No—he’s out there laughing, because you’ve handed him the victory.” “He already won,” I muttered bitterly. “He humiliated me in front of everyone. Do you even know what they’re calling me now? The Failed Alpha. The one who couldn’t even land a punch. I’m a joke, Mom.” I laughed, low and hollow. “This is my life now. So please… ju

Asher’s POV This is fucking bad. I shoved Zara off me, panic flooding my chest. “Bella—this isn’t what it looks like,” I stammered, my voice cracking. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stood there frozen, wide-eyed and wounded. I stepped toward her. “Bella, I swear to you, it’s not what it looked like.” I reached out, but she flinched—her whole body recoiling like my touch burned. That single motion shattered something in me. Then she looked at me, eyes glassy with unshed tears, and I could feel my own breath catch. She’s crying… because of me. “What are you doing, Asher?” she asked, voice trembling with pain. “Zara came here and—” “And you were about to fuck her?” she snapped, cutting me off like a blade to the chest. My mouth parted in shock. “Bella… you know me. I’d never do that to you.” “You expect me to believe that? What the hell is she even doing here?” she yelled, her voice laced with fury. Zara, completely unbothered, leaned against the wall with

Asher’s POV The moment she steps into my office, something inside me snaps. That face—the same one I used to look up to before it twisted into a frown —only ignites the fury burning in my chest. “What the fuck are you doing here?” My voice cuts through the room, sharp and cold. “Son…” she starts. “Don’t fucking call me that.” The words spit out of my mouth before I can stop them, thick with rage and disgust. “Get the hell out of here.” She flinches, but doesn’t move. “I just want to talk to you, Asher. I know things aren’t good between us right now—” I scoff, cutting her off before she finishes that sentence. Things aren’t good between us? She’s kidding herself. “You think this is just a rough patch? Things have never been good between us, Maris. Never. So do us both a favor and get the hell out of my office.” “I think I’ll step out now,” Michael says awkwardly from the side, clearly uncomfortable as he slips out and closes the door behind him. But she’s still stan