All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden desire: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The Next DaySilius lay sprawled across the bed, one arm draped over his eyes against the morning light. "Can I take the day off?" he mumbled, voice muffled and heavy with a tiredness that sleep hadn't touched.Mathew was at his side instantly, sitting on the edge of the mattress, hands already moving to check his forehead, his pulse, anything that might explain the pallor that had settled over him the past several days. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? We can go to the—""Mathew," Silius cut in weakly. "I'm fine.""I'm just… I'm just tired," he added, before Mathew could argue. "I think it's part of the marking.""I don't think feeling tired and losing your appetite is part of the marking," Mathew said carefully, his voice low but edged with something he was clearly trying to keep contained. "We should definitely go to the hospital for a check-up."Silius groaned, pulling a pillow over his face. "Jeez… stop overreacting. I told you, I'm fine."Mathew didn't answer right away, w

Mile pulled back sharply, putting as much distance between them as the confined space allowed. "Didn't you hear what I just said?" he snapped, voice shaking with a mixture of fear and fury. "I don't wanna fucking continue this relationship anymore.""You think you can just quit whenever you want?" Micheal said, voice deceptively calm. "That's not how it works."Mile's jaw tightened, hands curling into fists at his sides."We had a rule," he said finally, forcing the words out even as his voice cracked around them. "Not falling for the other person." He swallowed hard. "And I broke it."Micheal went still."I… I like you," Mile continued, the confession spilling out raw and unguarded now that it had finally found its way past his teeth. "I think that's enough reason for us to stop this, right?"He turned to leave, unable to stand there and watch whatever expression crossed Micheal's face in response.But a hand closed around his wrist before he could take a single step. "So what?" Mich

Silius sat perched on the kitchen counter, mug of hot coffee cradled between both hands, watching Mathew move around the kitchen with a faint, amused smile."Here's your hot coffee," Mathew said, setting it down in front of him."Thank you," Silius murmured, wrapping his fingers around the warmth."What do you wanna eat for dinner?" Mathew asked, already pulling open the fridge to survey their options."Um…" Silius hesitated. "I… I don't feel like eating."Mathew paused, fridge door still open, and turned to look at him properly. "Frown and look at him." "What do you mean?""Can I skip dinn—""No," Mathew cut him off flatly. "Not happening.""It's just that I don't feel like eating an—""No means no," Mathew said again, closing the fridge and crossing his arms."But—""That's it," Mathew said, already moving toward him. "We're going to the hospital.""Come on, it was just—" Silius didn't get to finish. Mathew simply reached over, lifted him bodily off the kitchen counter, and started

Delvin opened the door and stepped inside, only to stop short at what he saw. Mile sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed somewhere out the window, his expression scraped clean of feeling. He sat there unclothed, his body a map of marks and bruises, his face no better than the rest of him. To anyone walking in cold, it would have looked like the work of an alpha who had lost control. But Delvin knew better. This wasn't an alpha's doing.It was an enigma. One that Mile had once loved.Delvin's fingers curled around the first aid box in his hands, knuckles whitening before he forced himself to loosen his grip. He crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside Mile, setting the box down between them. Carefully, without a word, he lifted the blanket and drew it over Mile's lower body, covering him properly, the gesture more protective than intimate.Mile turned his head then, slow and heavy, and looked at him. In the dim light his face told its own story — split lip, a bruise bloomin

"I'm pregnant, aren't I?"The words left Silius's mouth quietly, but they landed in the room like a stone dropped into still water, rippling out until neither of them could pretend the silence hadn't been broken.Mathew let out a long breath, the kind that carried the weight of a decision already made. "You are," he said simply.Silius waited for something more — an explanation, a comfort, anything. What he got instead was worse than silence."And we're aborting it."Silius's expression fell, a frown carving itself into his features before he could stop it. "You think you can make that decision on your own?" he asked, disbelief edging into his voice. "I won't let you kill our child.""That thing isn't even human yet," Mathew said, his tone clipped, dismissive. "So don't start acting like it matters."Something inside Silius cracked wide open at that."IT FUCKING MATTERS." He shot up from his seat, the chair scraping hard against the floor beneath him, his voice rising in a way it rare