Todos os capítulos de On The Alphas' Bed: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Chapter 71Amber Whyte I held them closer to myself like they were the air that I breathed. Tighter like I never wanted to let them go.Time stood still. My grip around them tightened like they would vanish if I pulled away. Like my happiness depended on them. Because it did. A burst of unexplainable joy exploded in my chest, yet, I couldn't stop crying.Not because of how insanely beautiful the nursery was. But because of the undiluted love, affection, and dedication they had toward my unborn twins. The devotion of fatherhood.It brought back unpleasant memories of my childhood. The raw hatred, pain, hurt, and near-death experiences that I had to endure from my own father. From my family. The neglect that made me question my life. From the moment I was born, my childhood was ruined. Instead of a beautiful nursery, I was thrown into the attic.From infancy till adulthood. The attic was my home. I never had anything. Stones in place of toys, hard foam in place of a crib, wo

Chapter 73Amber Whyte.Take cover and stay away from the door!Lie low. Stay hidden. You must not be caught!My subconscious yelled frantically. The warnings crackled through my head like thunder, pumping adrenaline into my bloodstream and fueling me with energy. Alarmed, I jumped to my feet, shaking with fear, ready to take cover anywhere hidden– maybe in the closet. But all of a sudden, I froze. My muscles locked, holding me in place. I forced myself to flee, to hide, to run, but my legs wouldn't listen. Yet, I didn't stop quivering. From the hair of my head to the sole of my feet, I was paralyzed by undiluted fear.It didn't help as the knocks grew louder. Angrier. Impatient. Like the person was about to break down the door. It was over. He had come to collect me. And my unborn babies. Maybe it was my last day. Then bang!On the final knock, the door and the handle turned. That was when my muscles relaxed, releasing me after recognizing the danger. I wasn't trapped i

Chapter 75Amber Whyte.My blood was as cold as ice. My heartbeats turned into terrifying thunderclaps, so loud that they resonated in my inner ears.My face was pale, ashen white like I had come face-to-face with a ghost.Terror ate me from within. Every part of me.The smell of my fear suffocated me so badly that I felt a kick in my stomach. For a moment, I was glued to a spot. Couldn't speak. Couldn't move a muscle.Couldn't think. I forgot how to breathe.I just stared…eyes bulged. Jaws dropped to the ground in terror. My throat seized, unable to swallow. The only thing my brain could process was…Danger! The strong smell of danger corroded the atmosphere, tainting the air in my lungs.The gentle breeze was no longer refreshing. It was bone-chilling. It swept down my back, making me shiver. My eyes accidentally met her cold, mischievous ones again, and my heart nearly gave out from pounding wildly. Delilah. In the flesh.How did she find me?Who told her where I was?I t

Chapter 77Amber Whyte.I backed away slowly, gripping the doorknob with all my might as I examined her. She was some inches shorter than I was. Clad in a white overall, a stethoscope dangled freely on her neck. She greeted me with a warm smile that erased my fears and doubts, then clutched a bag tightly in her arms.I noticed it was heavy so I parted the door wider. “Good morning, Ma'am,” she greeted, walking into my room. “Please, come in, how may I help you?” I asked, my tone was low, not harsh, but not friendly. My eyes scanned her, studying her every move.She didn't pose a threat. I knew it from the moment my heartbeat became normal and my tensed shoulders relaxed. Her scent filled me with calmness. Her aura was pleasant.“My name is Doctor Ava and I am your personal doctor. I was sent from the Pack hospital to care for you from this moment until delivery.”“Welcome, have your seat,” I said in a welcoming tone, tapping the spot next to me on the couch.“Thank you, Ma'am.”

Chapter 79 Amber Whyte. The more I weighed the options, the more it became impossible to make a decision. Too complicated that my head started to spiral and ache. Deadly for any frivolity. I was torn between protecting my babies and protecting my deadly secrets. Whatever I chose, I had to do it with caution and precision. But it was difficult. One option meant death. Cold. Swift. Merciless. Even before the triplets can save me. While the other answer meant survival, but at the expense of my babies’ health. No matter what, both came at a huge cost. I sighed, gulping the bile stuck to my throat as the options weighed heavily on my mind. Get drunk and wasted? Party all night when there was a killer patiently waiting to end my life? Maybe I could do this. Risk it for once. It wasn't so bad, right? The babies will be fine, right? It wasn't like I would be drinking frequently, it was just a one-time thing. And after this, I promised myself that it would never h