All Chapters of PREGNANT FOR THE ALPHA I NEVER MET : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Millie-Rose POVThe cloud of red dust Gerald’s car left in its wake was thick and acrid, burning my throat and stinging my eyes. I lay on the sun-baked ground, watching in despair as Gerald drove away, I kept on watching until his taillights shrank and eventually vanished completely. My lungs screamed for water and for clean air as I forced myself to stand despite my protesting muscles. I couldn’t stay here forever, I had to find a way despite the dull throbbing pain in my head. Gerald had taken every single dollar I had on me and left me with nothing. The only cash I had left in my purse was a few crumpled pesos.I was alone and stranded in a God-forsaken patch of Mexican desert, surrounded by nothing but the silent, mocking expanse of the arid landscape and the scorching sun. The heat was threatening to suffocate me, I could feel my lungs closing in, stealing my strength. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the single brass key Gerald had tossed lying next to me. “A dumpster? I

Alpha Braham The red dust coating my black SUV made me feel pissed. Everything about this place, the arid, insufferable heat, the stench of waste, the sheer incompetence of local police at every encounter was beneath my level but there was really nothing I could do about it.It had taken me nearly 24 hours to get an actual, verifiable lead on the whereabouts of Millie-Rose. My investigators had told me that they had gotten a lead; someone had spotted Millie at some bus station somewhere in Mexico though they weren’t sure about her exact location but it was a good start.Earlier today when I was already on my way here, I was contacted and told that an anonymous birdie was willing to sing if we brought the compensation fee to him. It was thin, but it was all I had.I sat in the police station, the plastic chair digging into my body like a pack of pins. I tried to smile but I couldn’t, I simply wore a polite look on my face and waited for what I was here for.My bodyguards, Ian and Cruz

Millie-Rose POVFour Years LaterThe morning light in Barcelona was a soft, warm apricot color, filtering through the windows of our apartment, tinting the white walls with a blush of apricot.If someone had told me years ago that I’d wake up here, in a quiet neighborhood beneath the shadow of the Sagrada Família, I would’ve laughed in their face. Back then, peace was a fantasy. I used to believe that peace was for other people, for women who didn’t have to run, hide, or change their names. But here I was, standing barefoot in my kitchen, coffee brewing, sunlight spilling across the tiles, and my son’s laughter echoing down the hall. It felt like the world had forgiven me. “Mamá! Mamá!”His voice was bright and impatient, the sound that kept me grounded every day.My son. My everything.My Lionel.He came running into the kitchen, barefoot and wild-haired, a sketchbook clutched in his tiny hands. “Look what I made!” he announced, eyes glowing the same golden-hazel shade as his fath

Alpha Braham’s POVThe moment that woman…Martha…ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her, silence wrapped around the house. Heavy. Tense. Charged.But Millie didn't look at me.She stood stiff, one hand gripping her child's…our child's…hand so tightly I could see her knuckles whiten. The boy shifted his weight, glancing between us with those unnervingly perceptive eyes.I took a step forward. "Millie," I said, voice low, steady, "we need to talk."Her shoulders lifted, defensive. "Not now. I need to get him settled.""That can wait."Her head snapped toward me, and for a split second, I saw it… the flash of the girl who was broken that day at the hospital, who wanted so badly to get rid of the pregnancy and run away from me and everything else."No. It can't."That sting…her shutting me out… shouldn't have cut as deep as it did. But four years of silence had sharpened every wound she left behind.Still, I kept my composure. For her. For our son."Millie," I tried again, "four years

CALLIE'S POVIf not for Renan, I would've fallen apart years ago.The day Millie disappeared, a part of me disappeared with her. I checked my phone every morning, afternoon, and night, waiting for a single message. Just one notification. One ping. One sign that she was still breathing somewhere in this world.Just an "I'm alive." Or "Don't worry." Or "Soon."But nothing came.Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months became years.And every single year I waited, I kept texting her anyway.Millie, where are you?Please tell me you're okay.I miss you.I love you.Please. Just one reply.I sent birthday messages she never read. Christmas greetings that sat on "delivered" forever. Random thoughts at 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep because I was terrified she was dead in a ditch somewhere and I'd never know.The agency moved on. The world moved on. Everyone acted like Millie-Rose Harvey was just another cautionary tale about fame and scandal.But I couldn't move on.Renan saw me crying