All Chapters of Pregnant With My Alpha Father-In-Law’s Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1Amara’s POV "I'm sorry. We couldn't save him."The doctor's voice was quiet. Too quiet for words that ripped my whole world apart.I stared at her. My body was still shaking from twelve hours of labor. My gown was soaked with sweat. My arms were already reaching out, waiting for the weight of my son."No," I said. "No, I felt him kicking this morning. Check again.""Luna Amara...""Check again!"She didn't move. A nurse behind her lowered her head.That was when I saw the small bundle on the table. Wrapped in a blue blanket. Not moving. Not crying.Silent."Give him to me," I whispered."Luna, I don't think that's...""Give me my son."They placed him in my arms. He was so light. So small. His little face was peaceful, like he was only sleeping. He had Michael's nose. My lips.Six years. Six years of tests and treatments and negative results and crying alone in bathroom stalls. Six years of the pack whispering that their Luna was barren. And when the Moon Goddess finally bl

Chapter 3Amara’s POVI don't remember getting to the guest wing.I remember the hallway moving past me in pieces. I remember my hand leaving a smear on the wall because I couldn't walk straight. I remember locking the door and sliding down against it, and then there's a hole in my memory where the next few hours should be.When I came back to myself, it was dark outside, and I was lying on the guest room floor in my funeral dress, and the place inside me where Naya lived was still silent."Naya?" I whispered into my own mind. "Naya, please."Nothing. Just an ache, like a bruise on my soul.They teach you about rejection when you're young. One line in the pack school books: a severed bond takes time to heal. They don't tell you your own wolf can go so deep into grief that she stops answering. They don't tell you how loud your head becomes when the one voice that's been there your whole life goes quiet.I lay on the floor and let myself count everything I had lost in forty-eight hours.

Chapter 5Amara’s POV The neon sign of the local wine bar buzzed softly against the humid Italian night. I pushed through the heavy wooden door, the thick scent of oak casks, fermented grapes, and cheap tobacco hitting me all at once. The place was packed, a chaotic blur of locals laughing, shouting in rapid Italian, and swaying to a slow, sultry jazz melody that echoed from the corner speakers.I navigated the crowd with numb steps, dragging my small leather suitcase behind me until I found an empty wooden stool at the far end of the dark, polished bar. I climbed up, my muscles aching, and slammed my remaining cash onto the sticky counter."The strongest red you have," I told the bartender, my voice hoarse. "Keep them coming."He didn't ask questions. Within minutes, a heavy glass filled with deep, blood-red wine was placed in front of me. I didn't sip it. I swallowed half the glass in one burning gulp, letting the alcohol bleed into my system, desperately trying to drown the memory