Betrayed By My Alpha; Claimed By His Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

AUTHOR'S POV Noah stands frozen in the conference room, staring at the door Ivy just walked through. She's really leaving him. Its insane how the realization suddenly dawned on him. This isn't another tantrum or her dramatic exit where she comes back crying, apologizing for overreacting. This feels different. "Noah?" Amy's voice cuts through his thoughts. "Are you just going to stand there?" He's jerked out of his reverie and turns looks at her. The dizziness she claimed to have seems completely gone now. "I need to go to the hospital," he finally says, clearing his throat Amy's expression falls and she stutters. "What? Why? I was thinking we should work on a way to convince Mr. Crestmont that he made a mistake and--" "Ivy's bleeding." He interrupts in a serious tone. "I need to make sure she's okay." "She's fine." Amy's voice is high pitched, dragging out the fine. "You know how dramatic she gets. She probably scratched herself on purpose as you said." He wants

IVY Around us, people are starting to stare. "Everyone," Noah says loudly, a grin on his face, addressing the nearby guests. "My wife has come to her senses. We're reconciling." A few people clap politely while others just look mildly uncomfortable. Hissing through my teeth, I pull my hand back. "Noah, I'm not here for you." His smile falters and he stutters, looking unsure of himself. "Then why are you here? How would you get an invite if you're not here as my Luna?" "I'm representing Kingsley Corporation," I say clearly. "I'm here on behalf of Alpha Liam." The words are like little bombs that detonates in the room. Noah's face goes white for a moment and then suddenly flushes red. "You're here for Liam?" "Yes." "As his what, exactly?" "His senior executive." I keep my voice level. "As I mentioned at the Crestmont meeting." We are seriously drawing attention with our conversation. I need him to stop bugging me and fuck off because most of the women pretendin

IVY I turn to look at the old man and his expression is curious but not unkind. "I—" My mind races. "How did you—" "Liam almost never dates women." He smiles slightly, the wrinkles on his face deepening. "The fact that he gave you a priceless gift to present on his behalf? He's not subtle when he cares about someone." Oh he knows it wasn't me who picked out the gift for him. "Fascinating," he murmurs, cutting into my thoughts. "You're the first woman to steal his heart. I'd begun to think he'd never settle down." His words sit uncomfortably in my chest. Liam and I have an arrangement. Nothing more. But I can't say that to his father or explain that I'm here out of desperation, not love. The old man may be Liam's father but he's also Noah's grandfather. Where do his loyalties really lie? so I stay silent. Mr. Kingsley seems to take my silence as shyness or discretion because he pats my hand gently. "You're very gorgeous," he says. "And clearly far too mature and

AUTHOR'S POV The car speeds through the night toward the hospital and Alpha Liam keeps his hand pressed firmly against Ivy's abdomen where blood seeps through the emerald dress. She's very pale and her breathing is shallow. "How much longer?" he snaps at the driver. "Five minutes, Alpha." But that isn't fast enough. Ivy's eyes flutter and she tries to speak. "I'm fine. I..." "Do not speak." His deep voice booms in the interior of the car, sending shivers even down the driver's spine from how powerful it is. "Save your strength." She falls silent, and her hand grips his arm weakly. The driver furtively glances in the rearview mirror, and his expression is filled with worry. "Alpha, this is almost the fourth time her stitches have reopened. I'm concerned about the Luna's health." Fourth time. Liam's jaw clenches. He learned about the frequency of her hospital visits from Sterling but he's been way too busy. Now he regrets that he didn't show up early. As she's

Noah arrives at Blackwood Pack Hospital fifteen minutes early, clutching a bouquet of white roses. The same ones he brought to Ivy at the other hospital a few days ago. This time will be different because time he'll do it right. He heads to the obstetrics wing and checks in at the reception desk. "I'm here for Ivy Blackwood's appointment," he says. "Prenatal checkup." The receptionist scrolls through her computer, frowning. "I don't see any Ivy Blackwood scheduled for today." "Check again. The appointment is at two." She clicks through several screens and glances up at him with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, sir. There's no appointment under that name today or any day this week." Noah's grip tightens on the roses and he repeats again. "She has to be here. I texted her yesterday." "Perhaps she canceled?" The receptionist offers helpfully. "Let me check with Dr. Morrison. She's Mrs. Blackwood's primary physician." She picks up the phone and has a brief conversa