All Chapters of PREGNANT FOR THE ALPHA I NEVER MET : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ROY'S POVThis couldn't be happening.I sat frozen in my seat, watching Braham set down his ring, my mind refusing to process what I was seeing. The golden ring plated with real crystal and a shiny emerald on top sat on the table like an accusation, catching the light from the chamber's overhead fixtures. That ring had been worn by Alpha Kings for generations. It represented power, legacy, authority over sixteen packs.He was quitting. Actually quitting.And we were about to lose everything."Braham…" Volkov started, his voice shocked."No." Braham's voice cut through the chamber like a blade. "I'm done. Done defending myself against false accusations. Done proving my worth to people who will never be satisfied. Done sacrificing my happiness for a position that apparently requires me to be miserable."He looked around at the stunned faces."You want to know what's best for the packs? The packs will be fine without me. Better off, probably, because you can install someone who says all

BRAHAM'S POVThe Council chamber fell silent when Renan and I walked back in.Every head turned. Every conversation stopped.Volkov stood at his position, looking relieved and confused in equal measure. "Alpha King Gothan. We didn't expect you to return.""Neither did I," I admitted. "But my Beta made a compelling argument."I walked back to the center of the chamber—not to the seat, but standing in front of it. The position of someone who was still in command, not someone waiting to be judged.My eyes found Pius in the back corner. His face was carefully neutral, but I caught the flash of calculation in his eyes. His plan had been to control me, not lose me. And I'd almost given him exactly what he didn't want."Before anyone says anything else," I said, my voice carrying to every corner, "there's evidence this Council needs to hear. Evidence of exactly how this proceeding came about, and who orchestrated it."I nodded to Renan.He stepped forward, pulling out his phone. "Two days ag

ROY’S POVI'd made it maybe an hour before Vivian knocked on my door."Go away," I called.She opened it anyway, slipping inside and closing it behind her. Her eyes were still red but she'd stopped crying."We need to talk," she said. "No, we don't.""Yes, we do." She sat on the edge of my bed uninvited. "About what happens next."I looked at her incredulously. "What happens next is you stay quiet and out of sight like Father said. What's confusing about that?""I can fix this," she insisted. "I can find a way to get to Braham. To make him see that the human is wrong for him, that she's dragging him down…""Are you insane?" I stared at her. "Did you learn nothing from today?""I learned that I need to be smarter about it." Her jaw set stubbornly. "More careful. The recording was a mistake, but I can work around that. I can…""You can do nothing," I cut her off. "Braham just won a Council vote thirty-one to twelve. He has the moral high ground. He has support. And he has made it abund

MILLIE'S POVI heard Braham's car pull into the driveway and felt my whole body relax.He was home. Still Alpha King. Still ours.Leo was already asleep—I'd put him down an hour ago after reading three dragon stories and answering approximately fifty questions about why dragons couldn't be real pets.So when Braham walked through the door, it was just me waiting in the living room.He looked exhausted. Drained. But when his eyes found mine, something shifted in his expression."Hi," he said quietly."Hi." I stood, crossing to him. "How bad was it?""Better than it could have been. Worse than it should have been." He pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my hair. "I almost lost everything today.""But you didn't.""No. But I came close." He pulled back to look at me. "I resigned, Millie. I took off the ring and walked out."My breath caught. "What?""For about ten minutes, I wasn't Alpha King anymore. I chose you and Leo over the position." His hands cupped my face. "And I'd do

MILLIE'S POVWill approached us as we stood. "Millie? Are you okay?""I don't know," I said honestly. My voice sounded strange to my own ears—distant, disconnected. "I don't know what I'm supposed to feel right now.""There's no 'supposed to,'" he said gently. "Whatever you're feeling is valid. This was incredibly difficult.""Do you want to give a victim impact statement at sentencing?" he continued. "You have seven weeks to decide, but I need to know at least a week before so I can notify the court."Seven weeks to figure out if I had words for the woman who murdered my mother. Seven weeks to decide if saying those words would bring any kind of peace."I'll let you know," I managed.Braham's arm came around my shoulders, solid and grounding. "Let's get you out of here."We walked through the courthouse corridors, my legs moving automatically while my mind replayed Sabrina's voice. I wanted her life. I wanted her husband. As if my mother's existence had been nothing more than an inco