All Chapters of Running Away with Alpha's Baby Bump: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

( Kael's POV ) The rooftop felt like a fragile sanctuary amid the storm, but the bond between us pulsed with an urgency that drowned out the retreating howls of the rogues. Kael's hand lingered on mine, his touch a brand that seared through the thin fabric of my shirt, igniting something primal and unyielding within me. The rain had slowed to a misty drizzle, cloaking the town in a veil of silver, but the air crackled with unresolved tension. His eyes, those piercing amber orbs flecked with gold, locked onto mine, and I saw the storm raging there, possession, hunger, and a darkness that mirrored my own burgeoning shadows. "We need to get out of here," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the thrum of my heartbeat. But even as the words left my lips, I knew they were futile. The bond wouldn't let us part, not now, not when the adrenaline of battle still coursed through our veins like liquid fire. My wolf stirred restlessly, responding to his Alpha presence, urging me closer desp

( Kael's POV ) The flicker of the lamp painted Kael’s face in shifting gold, his eyes glowing with an intensity that mirrored the bond pulsing between us. The cabin’s cedar scent wrapped around me, grounding me in this fleeting moment of safety, but the air was thick with unspoken truths. My hand lingered on my belly, the child’s gentle stir a quiet anchor amidst the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Kael’s palm rested there too, warm and steady, his touch a silent vow that tethered us even as my heart wrestled with the weight of it. The rogues were gone for now, their retreat a temporary reprieve, but the danger they represented loomed larger than ever. We couldn’t hide forever, and the bond’s warning, Soon. Sooner than you think, echoed in my bones. I pulled my hand away, breaking the contact, and stood, needing distance to clear my head. The cabin’s small space felt suffocating with Kael’s presence, his Alpha aura filling every corner like a predator claiming territory. “We

( Kael's POV ) The hunter’s finger curled on the trigger. Time fractured into pieces, Kael’s growl vibrating the earth beneath my feet, my wolf clawing for release, the faint flutter of the child inside me. Danger pressed in on every side, choking the night air. Kael moved first. One second he was at my side, the next he was a blur of muscle and shadow, launching toward the hunter with speed that blurred the lines between man and wolf. The crossbow bolt fired, slicing through the air with a deadly hiss. “Kael!” I screamed, but he twisted mid-leap, the arrow grazing his shoulder instead of burying itself in his chest. He hit the hunter with bone-cracking force, sending both of them crashing to the ground. The forest erupted in violence. The hunter rolled, shockingly fast, and drove a silver dagger upward. Kael snarled, catching the man’s wrist before the blade could pierce flesh. They grappled, strength straining against skill, predator against predator. I didn’t hesitate.

( Kael's POV ) The safehouse smelled different, earthier, muskier, like the remnants of an old den layered with dust and forgotten years. The walls creaked under every shift of the wind, and though the new shelter was sturdier than the cabin, I couldn’t shake the feeling that eyes watched us from every shadow. Kael paced the small living room like a caged predator, shoulders tight, every step radiating restless energy. I sat at the edge of the couch, one hand instinctively on my belly, the child’s subtle stirrings calming and unnerving all at once. Darius leaned against the far wall, his presence steady but guarded, like a man calculating how much of the truth to share and how much to keep buried. “You dragged us out of the fire,” I said finally, my voice breaking the taut silence. “But now you owe me answers. Why is the Council really hunting us? Why does the child matter so much?” Darius’s gaze flicked to Kael. The tension between them thickened, unspoken history charging the

(Kael's POV ) The splinter of wood rang like a gunshot through the safehouse. Kael didn’t wait for the second. His hand crushed mine as he yanked me toward the back, his wolf already at the surface. I could feel it in the heat of his grip, the rippling energy radiating from him as if his skin was too thin to hold the beast inside. “Stay behind me,” he ordered, his voice a guttural growl. Darius’s blade sang free as he turned toward the door. The last thing I saw before Kael shoved me into the night was Darius’s face, grim, steady, a soldier already resigned to whatever fate came with his stand. The forest swallowed us whole. The air outside was sharp, the tang of pine and frost biting my lungs as we plunged into the undergrowth. Every shadow seemed alive, every branch a claw reaching for me. My breath hitched as the child shifted inside me, as if sensing the urgency, the danger. Behind us, the crash of bodies through wood, the clang of steel, and then, the howl. It ratt