All Chapters of The Alpha Only I Can See : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Anna's POVI stayed on the bathroom floor for a long time.The cold tiles pressed against my knees. My hands were still shaking. My stomach was still churning. But the nausea was nothing compared to the storm raging inside my head.My mother is alive.The words echoed over and over. They did not feel real. They could not be real. I had spent years mourning her. Years missing her. Years wishing I could hear her voice one more time. And now Valeria, of all people, was telling me she was still out there.She is lying. She has to be lying. This is just another trick. Another manipulation.But even as I thought it, I remembered my mother's journal. The letter she had left for me. The warning that the enemy was closer than I thought. The mention of secrets and hidden truths. What if her death had been faked? What if she had been in hiding all this time?And what about the other thing? The possibility that I was pregnant. Hector's child. Growing inside me.I pressed my hand against my flat s

Hector pov Four days had passed since the attack on Kassian.Four days of watching Anna move through the pack house like a ghost. She was quiet. Too quiet. She smiled when I spoke to her. She answered my questions with soft words and gentle reassurances. But there was something behind her eyes. Something distant. Something she was hiding.I could feel it in the way she pulled away from my touch. Not completely. Not cruelly. But there was a hesitation now that had not been there before. A wall she had built between us, brick by brick, when she thought I was not looking.She was keeping secrets. And I did not know what they were.The study was dark except for the faint glow of the lamp on my desk. I sat in my chair, staring at the reports spread out before me. Ethan had been thorough. Background checks on every staff member with access to the research center. Guard rotations. Security footage from the night of the attack. But so far, nothing had surfaced. No clear suspect. No obvious t

Annastasia POVThe morning came too quickly.I woke in Hector's arms, my body tangled with his, my head resting on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was usually a comfort. But today, it felt like a countdown. A reminder that every moment I spent with him was borrowed time.He was still asleep. His face was peaceful and relaxed. The hard lines of his jaw were softer in the morning light. I watched him for a long moment, memorizing every detail. The curve of his lips. The sweep of his lashes. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead.I love him. I love him so much it hurts. And that is exactly why I have to do this.I slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to wake him. He stirred slightly but did not open his eyes. I pulled on a robe and walked to the window. The sun was just beginning to rise over the forest, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I grabbed it quickly, glancing at Hector to make sure he was still asleep.A

ARABELLA POV I did not sleep that night.I lay in bed beside Hector, staring at the ceiling, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. He had fallen asleep hours ago, his arm draped possessively over my waist. I had not moved. I could not move. My body was rigid with tension. My mind was a storm of secrets and lies and impossible choices.Kael’s words echoed in my head. Ask Hector why he really chose you. Ask him about the prophecy.A prophecy. What prophecy? And what did it have to do with me?I turned my head slowly to look at him. His face was peaceful in sleep. The hard lines of his jaw were softened. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks. He looked younger. Vulnerable. Nothing like the cold, calculating Alpha the world feared.What are you hiding from me, Hector? What secrets are you keeping?I wanted to wake him. I wanted to shake him and demand answers. But a part of me was afraid. Afraid of what he might say. Afraid that the truth would shatter the fragile thing be

Annastasia POV The next hour was a blur.We moved the children into a private ward. The nurses helped me set up the equipment. The doctors watched with anxious faces. The cure was administered one by one. Child after child. Pale faces. Shallow breathing. Tiny hands clutching at blankets.I stood at the first bed, the golden vial clutched in my hand. The child was small and pale, her dark hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her breathing was shallow. Her wolf was barely a flicker on the monitor.I turned to the nurses and doctors who had gathered around me. My voice was steady, even though my heart was pounding. “I need syringes. Sterile ones. As many as you can find. And I need someone to help me administer the cure. We do not have much time.”Dr. Alden stepped forward immediately. “I will assist you, Luna. Tell us what to do.”“Divide the children into groups. The youngest and weakest first. The cure must be injected directly into the bloodstream. It will work quickly, but th