All Chapters of Too Late To Love: I'm Gone Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2 ANNALISA My heart skipped a beat at his words. Claim his fated mate. Just because she had returned, he chose her without hesitation. No...The truth was he had never chosen me. I swallowed the sting in my eyes and held his gaze. I watched Antonio’s face and I saw exactly what I had expected to see — he looked at me with not shock,wonder but with the absolute certainty that I was lying and he was not going to fall for any parlor tricks. "That's not possible," he said. "I have the reports from my doctor." I kept my voice calm and collected. I had learned to keep it even in this house, the way you learned anything you needed to survive, by keeping calm, and repeating it over and over until it became something worth hearing. "I can show you the report." I said quickly, stepping half a pace forward. "We haven't—" He stopped as something quick passed through his face before I could name it. "We haven't been together, Annalisa." "The party at the Halverson estate," I said,

Chapter 4 ANTONIO I did not know why I had done it. That was the part that infuriated me, even as I watched my mother rise from her chair slowly, not sparing me a single glance as she gathered herself. Christiana followed her, and I caught the brief hesitation at the door — the way she stopped, her eyes finding me, her lips parting like she was going to say something. Then she shook her head, pressed her lips into a thin line, and followed my mother out. The door shut behind them. I stood there in the silence of the room and asked myself why I had snapped over a comment my mother had made numerous times across four years and had never drawn that response from me before. The answer was practical. I had received a check-in message from the elder council this morning, and after Annalisa had essentially threatened me — I had been on edge, watching for signs that she had already gone behind my back. The message had contained nothing alarming, just the standard formality, but tha

Chapter 6 ANTONIO Annalisa’s constant drama was wearing my patience thin.Christiana spent the evening trying to calm me down, though I could see the exhaustion in her pale face. She finally fell asleep a little past nine. I sat in the chair beside her bed until her breathing evened out. I stood by the window, staring into the dark pack grounds, telling myself that this was what mattered. My true mate was safe. In three weeks, the rejection would be final, and everything would be the way it was supposed to be. I left the room quietly and pulled the door shut behind me. I had intended to go to Annalisa’s room to satisfy her demands for my scent, but the anger inside me hadn't faded. How could she lie about a pregnancy and then play the victim? I hated deception. If she wanted something from me, she could come beg for it herself. I turned toward my office. As I passed the upper landing of the grand staircase, voices drifted up from below. Two of the parlour maids, crouched

Chapter 8 ANTONIO The file on top of the stack was three weeks old. I knew that without checking the date because I had memorized every file that my assistants had brought in for me concerning my wife Annalisa. This one was from the search team I kept in the southern territories, four men whose sole function was to follow leads that went nowhere and report back to me carefully with the kind of patience that came from knowing that I was a man who did not respond kindly to hearing nothing significant about my wife. I set it back on the stack and looked at my desk. It was not a desk anymore in any functional sense because I had turned it into a museum where anything concerning Annalisa was kept. It was a record. Medical reports on one side, the originals I had eventually obtained from Dr. Faison after three months of pressure and one very unpleasant meeting in which he had looked at me with an expression I had not forgotten and told me that the test I had used to discredit Annalisa h

Chapter 10 ANNALISA The appointment lasted forty minutes. Eli was cooperative in the way he knew how to be, by not being fussy and letting the observation go smoothly without any hitches. She listened to his heart with her stethoscope and let him listen back, which he did because he found listening to his own heartbeat fascinating. She reviewed the medication log I kept on my phone. She asked him questions that he answered and I had helped and answered the more harder ones or more precise questions that didn't need a vague timeline. At the end she sat across from me while Eli worked on a new puzzle from the basket she kept on her shelf, and she said what she always said. "The readings are stable," she told me. "The medication is doing what we need it to do. But Annalisa, I want to be direct with you again about the paternal proximity protocol. He is almost three. The window in which that intervention would work perfectly well is not unlimited, it is soon closing, I don't want to