All Chapters of AN ALPHA IN HEAT: KNOTTED BY THREE POSSESSIVE ALPHAS: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

He sweeps his arms under Beau’s knees and shoulders, lifting our pale mate off the cold stone tiles of the balcony with effortless strength.Beau slumps against Rhett’s chest, his eyes slipping shut as another violent shiver wracks his lean frame."Take the secure service stairs at the end of the hall," I instruct my brothers, keeping my voice low and steady despite the fear spiking in my own chest."I will text Dr. Evans right now so he can prep the examination room before you get down there."Seth nods sharply, his jaw clenched tight as he pulls the glass door open just enough for them to slip back inside the corridor."Handle the crowd, Dean," Rhett orders over his shoulder, his slate-blue eyes dark with frantic worry. "Do not let them know he is hurt.""I have it under control," I promise him.I pull my phone from my pocket and quickly type a priority alert to the estate's head physician.I watch Rhett and Seth disappear down the dim hallway, carrying the most important person in

The stark white lights of the private clinic hum quietly above my head.I sit on the edge of the examination table, shivering in my velvet suit while a cold sweat clings to my skin.The intense nausea that hit me on the stage is finally starting to recede, but a suffocating wave of pure terror quickly takes its place.Seth pulls a warm fleece blanket from a nearby cabinet and wraps it securely around my shoulders.He keeps his large hands resting against the sides of my neck, trying to ground me with his wild, comforting scent.But it does not work.I stare down at my polished dress shoes, listening to the rapid, chaotic thudding of my own pulse.I know exactly what is happening to me."Your skin is like ice, baby," Seth murmurs, rubbing his thumbs over my tense muscles. "Just keep breathing."Rhett paces across the sterile floor, his polished dress shoes clicking sharply against the white tiles.He unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket minutes ago, shedding his formal, calculated persona the

My brain simply stops working.The words hang in the quiet air of the clinic, echoing softly against the sterile white tiles.I hear what Dr. Evans just said, but my mind refuses to process the information.I just stand there with my hands hovering over Beau's shoulders, feeling incredibly stupid as I try to make sense of the sentence.Pregnant.I look at the doctor's stunned face, and then I slowly lower my gaze to Beau's flat stomach.It does not make any sense.Male submissives can naturally carry children, but the chances are always incredibly low even under the best conditions.Beau spent the last ten years swallowing cheap, toxic suppressants just to hide his true nature from the underworld.Those street-level drugs destroy internal organs and ruin any chance of a natural conception.We all knew that, and we accepted it the day we claimed him."What?" Beau breathes out, breaking the tense silence in the room.His voice is barely a whisper, and his hands are trembling where they

Dean's quiet, awe-struck words hang in the sterile air of the clinic.I stare at his blinding smile, my mind struggling to process the sheer weight of what he just said.Seth is still on his knees in front of me.He sniffles loudly, pressing a gentle, reverent kiss to my thigh before resting his wet cheek against my velvet trousers.Rhett stands perfectly still on the other side of the room, his eyes locked on my stomach as if he can actually see the tiny life growing inside me."I don't understand," I whisper, my voice cracking slightly as I look at Dr. Evans."The street doctors on the Southside told me my internal lining was scarred beyond repair. They said the suppressants ruined my chances of ever carrying a child.""They were right at the time, Beau," Dr. Evans explains, setting the white clipboard down on the metal counter."The chemical damage to your system was extensive.""Then how is this happening?" I ask, my hands trembling where they grip the edges of the fleece blanket.

I wake up to the soft warmth of the morning sun streaming through the massive bay windows of our bedroom. The pale light filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the quiet space. The silk sheets are tangled loosely around my waist. They carry the comforting, intertwined scents of cedar, ozone, and wild musk. I reach out blindly, my hand sweeping across the vast expanse of the mattress. It is empty. My fingers brush against the cool fabric where my mates slept just a few hours ago.Rhett, Seth, and Dean must have slipped out early. They probably went down to the command center to manage the fallout from our sudden exit at the gala last night. I pull my arm back and stare up at the vaulted ceiling. I survived the Rossi cartel's bomb trap. I signed the marriage contracts binding my empire to theirs. I am safe in the most fortified estate in the city.I press my palm flat against my bare stomach. My skin is warm to the touch. A quiet, disbelieving smile touch