All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Amelia As the door shuts behind them, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Conrad stays where he is, chest rising and falling, his knuckles still white from the fury he carried in.Watching him cautiously, I swallow slowly. “Conrad, thank you. But, you didn’t have to⁠—”“I did.”He turns to me, and the storm behind his eyes gentles, just a little.“Amelia, I will never let them take anything from you again,” he says, and my heart stumbles in a way that feels like coming alive.But I shake my head, because the ache inside me pushes upward. “We know that this won’t be the end. They won’t stop,” I whisper. “Simion, the elders, everyone…they hate me. Conrad, they will never accept me or give us a chance.“They definitely won’t accept Sage. They already see us as a threat to…everything.” I swallow hard.“And, maybe they’re right. Maybe it’s better if we don’t stir up trouble.”instead, he steps closer and cups my cheek with a hand that trembles ever so slightly.“Listen to me,”

AmeliaIt’s a cold afternoon, much colder than usual. The roads are busy, and the world around me goes fast. Everything seems noisy and imperfectly organized, as it should be.Almost everything.My life currently feels like a rocking boat. I still can’t shake off the feeling that someone is out there, waiting and watching for reasons unknown to me. Every five minutes, the vision of the dark figure by the tree flashes through my mind, making me glance over my shoulder while my wolf prowls restlessly beneath my skin.My head is a mess from trying to piece together who the hell could be stalking me. Simion, as cunning as he may be, is not the type to play childish games. And Selah is too impulsive to even come up with a trick like that.With those two out of the picture, I can’t think of anyone else unless there’s another member of the Silver Moon Pack who’s upset about my involvement with Conrad. But who would go that far?I bow my head and rub my temple. I can already feel the headach

ConradMy wolf growls with protective rage, and the rogues shuffle backwards, fear bleeding into their eyes as their gazes bounce between Zayne and me.I glance at Amelia, at the blood trailing down her arm and mixing with the earth underneath her, and my wolf emerges, fully taking over.Positioning myself in front of Amelia, I howl, daring any of them to come for her. Then I lunge forward and attack. My claws dig into flesh, ripping it apart, and my fangs do the same, sinking into bones until they crack with a sickening sound.The rest of the world fades as my animalistic instincts take over, and protecting Amelia is all I can think about.I don’t stop until all the rogue wolves are nothing but a mess of broken bones and spilled blood. The lucky one among them who’s still alive is hanging by the thread of death, whimpering and barely breathing.Zayne is not as merciful, though. He sinks his claws into the wolf’s neck, tearing through flesh until his whimper fades, replaced by silence

Conrad “You’re making a mistake,” Simion grits out, struggling against Zayne’s restraint. He’s seething, his eyes filled with so much rage.“You’re going to regret this!”“Am I?” I smirk. “Simion, I’m your alpha. I’m beginning to despise your tone and lack of respect.”Simion hurls back a manic laugh. “I made you alpha. I can pull you down just as easily.”My grin widens. Now that’s a challenge I’d like to take up if it means I get to the bottom of this. “Making me alpha was your second mistake, Simion.”Getting Amelia involved in the mess he created was his first mistake.The tension in the air is palpable. My wolf stirs and roars, every bone in my body growling with rage and thirst for revenge, for justice—to clear Amelia’s name.“Unchain her,” I order, turning away from Simion and returning to the wooden chair across from Selah. “Let them go.”My men do as I say, hauling Selah up. She’s weak and sore from being tied to a chair for hours, and she’s barely able to stand on her own.