Semua Bab PREGNANT FOR THE ALPHA I NEVER MET : Bab 111 - Bab 120

MILLIE'S POVBraham didn’t walk through the front door until a little after nine o’clock. He didn't look like the Alpha King; he looked like a man who had spent the last several hours being dismantled by bureaucracy. His expression was a mask of grim control, but the tension in his shoulders was sharp enough to cut glass."How bad was it?" I asked, rising from the sofa before he’d even shed his coat. I’d been pacing the living room for three hours, wearing a path into the rug."Bad enough." He tossed his coat over a chair and moved toward me, his movements heavy. "They want genetic testing. Independent lab, a facility of their choosing. They gave us a one-week deadline.""And you agreed?" My voice rose, a mix of disbelief and protective fury. "Braham, that’s invasive. That’s…""I had no choice, Millie." He sat heavily, rubbing his face with his palms. "If I refused, the narrative writes itself: Alpha King Hides Paternity Truth. It would look like we have something to bury. I had to ca

BRAHAM'S POVThe genetic test results were due today. The lab had promised them by noon, delivered directly to the Council and to our legal team simultaneously.It was 10:47 AM, and something felt wrong."You're pacing," Renan observed from where he sat on my office couch. "The results will prove what we already know.""I know that." I checked my phone again. Nothing. "But this whole thing has been too convenient. Too well-timed. Too perfectly designed to cause maximum damage.""You think someone might tamper with the results?""I think someone orchestrated this entire scandal. And if they've gone this far, why stop now?" I grabbed my jacket. "Come on.""Where are we going?""The lab. Now."Renan didn't argue, just followed me to the car. The testing facility was in a medical complex downtown—sterile, professional, supposedly independent. The Council had chosen it specifically because it had no pack affiliations. But independence could be bought.We arrived at 11:53. “What could be

MILLIE'S POVI was having the best day I'd had since New Year’s Day.The paternity results had vindicated us completely. The agency restructuring was going smoothly. Leo had asked if we could start planning the wedding "for real this time" at breakfast. Everything felt like it was finally settling into place.Then my phone rang at 2 PM, a number I didn't recognize."Ms. Harvey? This is Detective Anderson with the county sheriff's department. I'm calling regarding your stepsister, Martha Harvey."My stomach dropped. "What about her?""She was found unresponsive in her cell approximately an hour ago. She's been transported to the County General Hospital. Her condition is serious.""What happened?""She ingested a large quantity of prescription medication. We're investigating whether it was accidental or intentional." He paused. "She's six months pregnant, Ms. Harvey. The medical team is doing everything they can for both her and the baby."I sat down heavily. "Is she going to survive?"

MILLIE'S POV The Correctional Facility looked even more depressing in January than it was the last time I visited my dad. Gray concrete walls. Chain-link fences topped with razor wire. Guard towers looming against an overcast sky. Everything about the place radiated bleakness and regret. Braham pulled into the visitor parking lot and cut the engine. "You sure about this?" "No. But I'm doing it anyway. He’d been begging to see me before Martha’s tragedy so I think I should visit him now instead of waiting for Martha to wake up first." We'd left Leo with Callie and Renan, telling him we had boring grown-up errands. Christmas had been perfect—Leo's joy at his presents, the proposal that had surprised me even though I'd suspected something, the warmth of family. But my father's letters had sat in my drawer the entire time, waiting. And finally, I'd decided I needed answers before I could truly move forward. We went through security—metal detectors, bag checks, IDs verified.

MILLIE’S POVThe cream-colored envelope sat on the coffee table like a live grenade. We had gathered in the living room—Braham, Callie, Renan, and me—but the air felt tight, suffocating. Upstairs, Leo was asleep, the only innocent thing left in this house.My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Every time I looked at my mother’s elegant script, I saw the four-year-old version of myself, oblivious and crying in a hospital chair while the woman I loved most in the world was writing her final goodbye."I can't," I whispered, the words catching in my dry throat. I pushed the stationery toward Braham. "I can't read it. If I look at the ink, I’ll see her dying. Please."Braham didn't hesitate. He sat beside me, his large, warm hand covering mine for a second before he picked up the pages. His voice was deep, a steady anchor in the storm of my mind, as he began to read her words aloud.“My dearest Millie-Rose...”As Braham read about her love for me, a sob escaped my throat that I couldn’t choke ba