All Chapters of Reborn & Became The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My hands trembled as I picked up the pregnancy test staring back at me, for like the third time in the past few minutes.As if checking it again and again would somehow change the result, or better yet, change everything else.But nothing changed. The two pink lines remained there, unchanging.Pregnant.I pressed my palm against my still-flat stomach, a fragile hope blooming in my chest for the first time in months. Maybe this would finally bridge the cold distance that had grown between Jaxon and me since our wedding six months ago. Maybe a baby would remind him of the childhood we’d shared, when he used to look at me with warmth instead of that icy indifference that I was unfortunately starting to get used to.I took another deep breath…and another, but it did nothing to calm my racing nerves. It was 11:47 PM, and Jaxon had left this morning without a word, without breakfast, without even meeting my eyes.Which was really nothing new.But at least after tonight…things could be diffe

By noon, the house was in chaos. Caterers bustled through the kitchen. Eleanor barked orders about flower arrangements. Thomas paced in his study, rehearsing what he'd say to his long-lost daughter.I watched it all from the landing, my heart a stone in my chest.At 2 PM, a car pulled up the driveway."She's here!" Eleanor shrieked, rushing to the door.I descended the stairs slowly, each step feeling like walking toward my own execution. But this time, I knew what was coming and I was damn ready for it.The front door opened, and there she was.Aurelia.She looked exactly as I remembered—delicate features, long dark hair, those wide, innocent doe eyes that had fooled everyone. She wore a threadbare jacket and carried a battered duffel bag, the picture of a girl who'd suffered through years of hardship.It was all an act. Every bit of it."Mom? Dad?" Her voice trembled, perfectly calibrated to tug at heartstrings.Eleanor sobbed and pulled her into a crushing embrace. "My baby. My swe

Oh.My God!This wasn't like any kiss I'd ever experienced. In fact calling this a kiss had to be some sort of crime because a kiss isn’t supposed to feel like fire and electricity pulsing through every nerve ending and making my body come alive.Or was it?What did I know?His other hand found my waist pulling me closer as his mouth moved against mine with a hunger that stole my breath.I forgot about the dare. Forgot about my friends watching. Forgot about everything except the feeling of his lips on mine and the way my entire body seemed to recognize something in him that I couldn't name.When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, I remembered I was supposed to say something."It was a dare," I blurted out, my face heating. "My friends dared me to kiss the hottest guy in the club, and you—I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just—"I started to step back, embarrassment flooding through me, but his hand tightened on my waist."Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his voice

꧁ LYRA'S POVMy head was pounding.I groaned, pressing my palm against my forehead as consciousness slowly returned. The sheets beneath me were impossibly soft, far nicer than anything I owned, and they smelled like cedar and winter and…Oh god.Memory crashed over me in waves. The club. The dare. The man with the gray eyes who'd kissed me like he was drowning and I was air.Asher.My eyes flew open, and I sat up too quickly, immediately regretting it as the room spun. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing a penthouse suite that probably cost more per night than I made in a month.And I was alone.I looked around the empty room, my heart doing something complicated in my chest that I refused to examine too closely. The other side of the bed was cold, the indentation in the pillow the only evidence that last night hadn't been some fever dream."Get it together, Lyra," I muttered to myself. "It was a one-night stand. That's literally the point. He's not supposed

꧁ ASHER'S POVI left the Stone house with more information than I'd walked in with, which was the entire point.Lyra Stone. Twenty-four. Adopted. Raised in the shadow of a family that clearly ranked her somewhere below the furniture. I'd catalogued all of it in the space of ten minutes — the mother's rehearsed warmth, the father's performance for my benefit, the sister's smile that didn't reach anything real. None of it mattered as much as the one fact that did.My wolf had gone still the second I saw her.Not calm. Still, the way a predator goes still before it moves, every instinct in me narrows to a single point of focus. Fifteen years of nothing, and then a woman in a doorway undid it in half a second.I didn't believe in wasting time deciding what to do with information like that.By seven, I was in my study, and by five past, Grace had shown Lyra in without announcing her, the way I'd told her to. Lyra stood just inside the door, arms crossed, wearing the same expression she'd wo