Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Hidden Heir: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Dr. Bishop does not answer quickly.That silence nearly makes Finn run.He is already half-turned toward the door when she lifts one hand, not to stop him, only to ask for one more breath before panic decides for him. Her face is careful now, more careful than before, and Finn hates that he can read the weight behind her eyes. Doctors always know which words matter most. Good ones choose them gently. Bad ones choose them legally.Finn does not yet know which kind she is.“I will not enter your pregnancy into any private registry without your consent,” Dr. Bishop says.The words reach him slowly.Finn stares at her, waiting for the trap folded underneath them. “Private registry.”“Yes.”“What about official?”“There are emergency reporting rules for certain situations, but you are not being held here, you are not unconscious, and you are not asking for state protection. You came to me as a patient under a false name because you were afraid. I am treating that fear as medically relevant

Dean calls Everett at 4:12 in the afternoon.Everett answers before the second vibration.“Tell me.”Dean’s voice comes through low and controlled, but there is a hard edge beneath it. “Two Lawson-connected men entered East Harbor Clinic twelve minutes ago. They asked reception about a young Omega using the name Elliot Gray.”Everett goes still.The office around him sharpens into glass, steel, and silence. Outside the windows, rain blurs Riverton into gray lines. Inside him, the bond pulls with sudden violence, a thread yanked too hard from too far away.Elliot Gray.A false name.A young Omega.East Harbor.“Description?” Everett asks.“Reception refused to confirm. One of our watchers heard enough from outside. Male, early twenties, unstable scent, nausea symptoms.”Everett is already moving.Rachel looks up from the file spread across his desk. She sees his face and stands at once. “What happened?”Everett does not answer her first. “Where are the men now?”“Still inside, or they

Dr. Bishop does not answer.She does not need to.The silence opens in the small office like a door Everett can never close again. He stands beside her desk, staring at the peeled label on the bottle of prenatal vitamins, and feels the truth move through him with a force no boardroom, no contract, no family threat has ever managed.Finn may be pregnant.Finn may be carrying his child.For one moment, Everett cannot breathe.The clinic walls seem too close. The rain against the window sounds too far away. Every scent in the room sharpens: paper, coffee, disinfectant, fear, and beneath it the faint trace Finn left behind. Not enough to follow. Enough to wound.A child.The thought does not arrive gently. It strikes through him, brutal and bright, tangled with memory before he can stop it. Finn’s shaking hand around his wrist. Finn’s voice breaking around the words, do not let it be them. Finn in his bed before dawn, wrapped in Everett’s scent, then gone before Everett could choose dayli

The clean phone rings at 9:06 p.m.Finn is in the kitchen, trying to make tea he does not want, while Owen sits on the sofa with a book open and unread in his lap. The apartment is quiet except for the kettle warming on the stove and the rain ticking against the window. For once, no car has slowed outside in the last ten minutes. For once, Owen has stopped asking questions.Then the phone vibrates beneath Finn’s pillow in the other room.Both brothers look up.Owen stands first. “Is that Dean?”Finn’s stomach tightens. “Stay here.”He goes to the bedroom before Owen can argue. The phone is still vibrating when he pulls it from beneath the pillow. The screen shows an unknown number.Not Dean.Not Rachel.Not Everett.Finn’s hand turns cold.He should not answer. Unknown numbers are doors, and doors have not been safe since Harborline. But if he ignores it, the caller may try Owen next. They have Owen’s full name, his school, his placement schedule, maybe every number attached to his re

Finn does not breathe until the third knock fades.The apartment is silent after it, so silent the old refrigerator sounds too loud, the rain against the window too sharp, Owen’s breathing too close behind him. Finn keeps one hand wrapped around the clean phone and the other around the kitchen knife hidden behind his back.The blade is small.Too small for the kind of danger that knocks politely.Owen stands near the table, pale and frozen, the half-packed bag between them like proof that they waited too long. Finn lifts one hand slightly, warning him to stay back. For once, Owen does not argue.Another knock comes.Not louder.That makes it worse.Finn steps toward the door, careful to keep his injured hand out of sight and the knife pressed flat against his spine. His body feels hot and cold at once. The pregnancy, the sickness, the Lawson call, the men at the clinic, the placement building, all of it gathers inside him until the apartment seems to tilt around one thin wooden door.