All Chapters of The Don and Her Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I stared at the doctor blankly, who was staring back at me with all smiles, after telling me what she believed was the greatest news every woman wanted."What do you mean I'm pregnant?" I asked after a while.The doctor's smile never wavered, but I couldn't share her enthusiasm. How could this be happening now, at a time when my life was already upside down?"You have a baby in your womb, that's how," the doctor explained, her tone gentle but matter-of-fact.I shifted to the edge of my seat. "There must be some sort of mistake," I insisted. "I've never had sex before. Maybe you mixed up my results with someone else's. You can check my vagina, examine me again. I'm telling you, I've never had sex before. This can't be possible."I rushed to the bed situated in the room, my anxiety getting the better of me. "Please, check me," I urged, but the doctor's calm voice halted me in my tracks."That isn't necessary, since I conducted the test myself," she explained. "However, I can perform a p

I stared at Freya as she examined her outfit in the mirror, looking almost offended by her reflection. “How come when you wear it, it looks better on you than when I wore it?” she groaned, turning slightly as she inspected herself. I chuckled. “I mean, you can have the one I’m wearing, and I’ll wear the one you have on.” “God no,” she said immediately. “My ego cannot take any more proof that all my clothes look better on you than they do on me.” I managed a faint smile. Since I did not own anything suitable for clubbing and Octavius could not go shopping for me, Freya had offered her clothes. But every one of the six gowns I tried on, she insisted on trying too, then complained endlessly about how they did not look as good on her, even though they looked perfectly fine to me. “This black one suits you really well,” I said finally. “It accentuates your curves.” “Ugh, that is all I wanted to hear,” she replied, twirling around to check out her backside. Satisfied with her ref

Ryker’s POV*Five Years Later*“What’s the point of being the damn Alpha King if nothing ever goes the way I want it to?” I said, my voice rough even to my own ears.I poured myself another drink. I had lost count somewhere around the ninth. I had always thought alcohol was supposed to make things dull. Take the edge off. Blur the sharp parts.Instead, everything still felt too close.The hollow weight in my chest that never seemed to ease no matter how much I drank. If anything, it only made me more aware of it, like the liquor burned away everything except the truth I did not want to sit with.Dane reached across the table and caught the bottle by the neck before I could pour again. “Easy there buddy,” he said. “That's enough.”I scoffed and tried to yank it back. “Don’t start.”“You’re spiraling,” he said calmly, like he wasn’t talking to the king of all fucking wolves.I shook his hand off and poured anyway, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim of the glass. “You’re on

“Do you know who your mother was?”“I know what she looked like,” I said after a moment. “My dad had pictures of her everywhere. Big frames all over the house. There were so many that I used to draw her when I was little. If I really tried, I could probably sketch her for you.”I swallowed.“But that’s all I have. That’s all I know about her.”Freya let out a long sigh, rubbing her damp arms with the towel. “This is complicated,” she said. “But maybe you can draw her later. If you sketch her, I might recognize her. There has only ever been one known female hybrid in history. It could be her.”She paused, studying my face. “Though if she is your mother, you don’t look like her at all.”Before I could respond, Octavius frowned. “Why did you send the kids to the garden anyway?”I turned to Freya. She was still wiping the last traces of soap from her skin when she answered, her tone calm but firm. “If they really have vampire blood in them, then they need grounding. Nature helps stabilize

Ryker’s POVI realized Octavius was gone when the familiar pull of his presence slipped out of my senses, leaving behind a hollow stillness that made me slow my steps. That alone unsettled me, because it shouldn’t have been possible. I didn’t lose people. I had never lost people, not when my senses were sharp enough to track a heartbeat through crowds and walls alike, not when being Alpha meant awareness came as naturally as breathing.I stopped and reached outward again, focusing, sharpening my perception until the world dulled at the edges. The street noise faded, the movement around me blurred, and still, there was nothing. No trace of Octavius. No lingering echo of where he had gone.My jaw tightened.This wasn’t carelessness, and it wasn’t by chance. Octavius knew what I was capable of, but I did not know what he was capable of. I've never seen a reason to question his identity since he was a peaceful individual. But with this display of losing him when he was just right under