All Chapters of Triplets for the Alpha CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Bridgett"Who is he?"The question was a growl, low and dangerous, vibrating through the quiet library. Jordan held the wallet like it was a weapon, his knuckles white.I swallowed hard, stepping back from the heat radiating off him. "That is Elliot. He’s... a friend.""A friend?" Jordan laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. He took a step toward me, invading my personal space. "Friends don't hold a pregnant woman’s belly like it contains their own world. Friends don't look at a woman the way he is looking at you.""He was just feeling the babies kick!" I defended, though my voice trembled. "He was the only one there for me, Jordan! When my family threw me out, when I was scared and alone, Elliot was the one who bought me vitamins. He was the one who drove me to the hospital when my water broke."Jordan flinched. The gold in his eyes flickered, dimming for a split second as the words hit him like physical blows."He held my hand while I screamed in labor for twelve hours," I continued, t

BridgettThe partition in the limousine was up. Thank God.If the driver had heard the silence in the back seat, he probably would have driven straight into a wall just to end the tension.Jordan sat opposite me, his legs spread wide, occupying the space with an arrogance that made my teeth ache. He was staring out the tinted window, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle feathered in his cheek. He radiated heat—waves of angry, possessive energy that filled the small cabin.Belle was asleep in my lap, clutching her new prescription antibiotics, blissfully unaware that her father had almost committed murder in the hospital room five minutes ago."You acted like an animal," I whispered, keeping my voice low so as not to wake her.Jordan didn't look at me. "I am an animal, Bridgett. Or have you forgotten?""You humiliated me," I hissed, the anger bubbling over. "Elliot is a respected doctor. He is my friend. You treated him like... like he was a threat.""He is a threat."Jordan turned his h

Bridgett"Stuck?" I choked out, the word feeling like a stone in my throat. "What do you mean stuck?"Theo was sobbing now, holding his hands away from his body as if they didn't belong to him. The black talons were razor-sharp, glistening in the dim light of the nursery lamp. They looked ancient, dangerous, and completely wrong on the soft, chubby hands of my five-year-old."His wolf is too strong," Jordan said, his voice tight with controlled panic. "He summoned the power to protect the pack earlier, but his body is too young to handle the transformation. The energy is trapped in his extremities. It’s burning him alive.""Do something!" I screamed, grabbing Jordan’s shirt. "You’re the Alpha! Fix him!""I can't just command it away, Bridgett! It’s biological!"Jordan looked at Theo, then at me. The indecision in his eyes vanished, replaced by a steely resolve."I need to ground him," Jordan said rapidly. "I need to share my energy with him to help him push the shift back down. But it

BridgettThe silence in the mansion was heavy, but it wasn't peaceful. It was the silence of a held breath.I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jordan’s face when I slapped his hand away. I saw the shock, the confusion... and the flicker of something that looked dangerously like determination.My body was humming. The "Mating Fever" he had talked about wasn't gone. It was just lying in wait, a low-grade vibration under my skin that made the silk sheets feel like sandpaper.I needed water. Cold water.I slipped out of bed, wrapping myself in one of the new silk robes he had bought—a shimmering silver thing that felt like liquid moonlight. I padded barefoot down the dark hallway, intending to go to the kitchen.But then I heard it.Splash. Stroke. Breath. Splash.Rhythmic. Powerful.The sound was coming from the ground floor, from the glass-enclosed atrium at the back of the house. The indoor pool.I should have turned back. I should have run to my room and locked the d

BridgettThe heavy iron gates clanged shut, cutting off the blinding flashes of the cameras and the screaming questions of the press.Silence returned to the driveway of the Hayes Estate, save for the distant hum of the news vans idling outside the perimeter walls.Jordan broke the kiss.He didn't pull away gently. He stepped back abruptly, his chest heaving, his eyes wild and unfocused. The transition from "protective fiancé" to "calculating Alpha" was jarring.I stood there, breathless, my lips throbbing from the force of his claim. My white sundress was damp from the mist, clinging to my skin."Fiancée?" I whispered, the word feeling foreign on my tongue. "You told the world we are getting married.""I told them what they needed to hear to stop asking questions," Jordan said, his voice rough. He ran a hand through his dark hair, looking at the closed gates. "Your mother cannot blackmail a billionaire’s fiancée. The press will turn on her now. They love a Cinderella story more than