Semua Bab PREGNANT FOR THE ALPHA I NEVER MET : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The prison cell was exactly as depressing as it deserved to be.Gray concrete walls. A thin mattress on a metal frame. A toilet and sink in the corner with no privacy. The constant noise—women crying, shouting, arguing through the bars.But I didn't care about any of that.Because I'd won.Not in the way anyone could see. Not in any way that mattered to the judge or the lawyers or even Millie-Rose with her tearful eyes in the courtroom.But in the way that actually counted.I'd kept the secret.I sat on my bunk, staring at the concrete wall, and allowed myself a small smile. Twenty-one years of blackmail. Twenty-one years of holding that truth over June Oslo Harvey's head. And in the end, even confessing to murder, I'd managed to keep it buried.Millie-Rose didn't know. Would never know."You look pleased with yourself."I glanced up to find my cellmate, Emily, watching me from the top bunk. She was in for drug trafficking, serving fifteen years, and had the kind of street-smart cynic

MARTHA'S POVThe prison cafeteria smelled like grease and desperation.I sat alone at a corner table, pushing watery scrambled eggs around my tray. Nearly six months pregnant and everything made me nauseous. The food. The smell. The kicks. The constant noise. The knowledge that I'd be here when my baby was born.My hand went to my belly instinctively. Already showing a small bump, though smaller than it should be at nearly six months but I knew what was growing there. A life I'd created in the worst possible circumstances—with a man who'd betrayed his fiancée for me, while always blaming me for the choices he made right before everything fell apart."Harvey!" A guard's voice cut through the cafeteria noise. "You have a visitor."My heart jumped. A visitor.Millie.She'd gotten my letter. She'd read it and decided to come. Maybe the threats had worked. Maybe the guilt about the baby. Maybe the promise of secrets about her mother.I stood carefully, smoothing down my prison jumpsuit. Tr

BRAHAM'S POVThe next morning, I met Renan at the coffee shop before either of our women were awake."So what's this idea?" he asked, sliding into the booth across from me."How would you feel about a double proposal?"He blinked. "What?""You propose to Callie. I propose to Millie. Same day, same moment. We surprise them both.""You want to propose to Millie?""I've wanted to for months. Just been waiting for the right moment. And this..." I gestured between us. "This feels right. Our women are best friends. We're family. Why not make it a shared moment?"Renan's face split into a grin. "That's actually brilliant. They'd love that.""So you're in?""Hell yes, I'm in." He leaned forward. "But we need to be smart about this. We need help from someone who knows what they'd want.""I'm already ahead of you," I said. "I need Callie's help to plan Millie's proposal. She knows Millie better than anyone—what she'd love, what would make it perfect.""And I need Millie's help for Callie's prop

VIVIAN'S POVI couldn't stop thinking about what Roy had said."Marriage to you gives us legitimate access. An heir gives us a claim. And accidents happen, especially to Alphas who make enemies."The words had been haunting me for weeks. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Roy's cold expression as he explained how they planned to use me. How they planned to eventually kill Braham after I'd married him and given them an heir.They came to me at the worst moments. During dinner with Father, when he'd smile and discuss pack politics like he wasn't planning murder. At night, when I'd lie awake staring at the ceiling, seeing Roy's cold eyes as he explained how expendable I was. Even on different occasions, when I'd catch glimpses of Braham without him knowing I was there or even noticing me and wonder if he knew his life was being bargained like livestock. I'd tried to convince myself Roy had been exaggerating, being dramatic to punish me for the recording disaster. But the sick feeling i

MILLIE'S POV"So what's the plan for tonight?" I asked, feigning ignorance as we drove toward the lake."Just a nice New Year's Eve thing," Braham said casually. "Renan suggested we do something special."In the backseat, Callie was unusually quiet, staring out the window. Renan kept his eyes on her.The drive was peaceful—no suspicious whispering, no cryptic exchanges. Just four people heading out to celebrate the new year together.When we pulled into the overlook parking area, Braham cut the engine."Okay," Renan said. "Braham, Callie—can you two head down and make sure the setup looks good? Millie and I will grab everything from the trunk.""Setup?" I asked."Just some stuff we brought," Renan said quickly. "Come on, let's check what we've got."Braham and Callie headed down the path toward the overlook while Renan led me to the back of the car. He popped the trunk, revealing flowers, champagne, blankets, and a few wrapped boxes."Wow, you really went all out," I said. "Had to m