All Chapters of The Fallen Alpha’s Pregnancy : Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

The house is finally quiet.Our son sleeps in the nursery down the hall, the monitor glowing soft green on the nightstand. The security feeds run silent in the background. For the first time in months there is no immediate threat, no countdown, no one waiting for us to drop our guard. Just the two of us in the wide bed we have claimed as ours, the low light of the bedside lamp painting gold across Liam’s bare shoulders.I am already hard when he turns to me. The pregnancy and the birth changed my body—softer in places, more sensitive everywhere—but the want never left. If anything it burned cleaner once the shame finally burned out.“Come here,” I tell him, voice rough.Liam moves over me without hesitation. His mouth finds mine in a deep, open kiss that tastes like the whiskey we shared earlier and pure hunger. I open for him immediately, tongue sliding against his, hands already mapping the hard lines of his back, the ridges of old scars, the warm skin I have memorized and still can

The first pale light of morning creeps across the floor, but neither of us has truly slept.I drift in and out, still wrapped in Liam’s arms, his cock soft against my thigh, the evidence of everything we have done cooling sticky between my legs. My body hums with a deep, satisfied ache. Every muscle feels used. Every nerve still sparks when his fingers stroke absently along my spine. The baby monitor remains blessedly quiet. Our son sleeps on, giving us this rare, unbroken stretch of time.Liam’s voice is barely more than a vibration against my hair. “You’re thinking too loud.”“I’m thinking about how I still want you.” I shift, pressing back against him. “Even after all of that. Even when I can barely move.”His hand slides down, cups me from behind, two fingers slipping through the mess he left inside me. I gasp at the sudden pressure. He circles my entrance slowly, teasing, not pushing in yet.“You’re swollen,” he murmurs. “Sensitive. I can feel it.”“Then be careful with me… or do

The message arrives while I am still half-dressed and the baby is gumming his fist against my shoulder, and the quiet of the morning fractures clean down the middle.Lucas stands in the doorway of the nursery with the secure tablet held out like it might burn him. Liam is already moving, taking our son from my arms with practiced ease so I can read.“What is it?” I ask.“A soft inquiry just hardened. The pack that offered the alliance last month is no longer asking. They are informing. They want a formal meeting within seven days regarding ‘shared bloodline stewardship.’ Their language is careful. Their intent is not.”I scan the text. Polite. Precise. The same velvet threat we have heard before, only this time it carries the weight of a pack that watched us break the last one and decided the cost might still be worth paying.Liam’s voice is low. “They waited until the dust settled from the strike. They’re testing whether we’re tired.”“We are tired. That doesn’t mean we’re soft.”I h