All Chapters of Pregnant With My Alpha Father-In-Law’s Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2 Amara’s POV She smiled. My baby sister smiled at me from my own bed, with my husband's arm draped across her waist, and for several seconds nobody in that room made a sound. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My brain kept trying to rearrange what I was seeing into something else. A mistake. A hallucination. Grief playing tricks on me. "Chloe..." Her name came out of me as a whisper. Broken. Like maybe, if I said it gently enough, she would turn into someone else. "Hi, sis," she said softly. Hi, sis. The room tilted and I felt dizzy. I grabbed the door frame to stay standing. Michael sighed. Not gasped. Not scrambled. Not reached for an excuse. He sighed, the way a man sighs when his meeting is interrupted, and sat up against the headboard. "You were supposed to be at the cemetery," he said. That was his first sentence. Not I'm sorry. Not it's not what it looks like. An accusation. I had come home too early and inconvenienced him. "The cemetery," I repeated.

Chapter 4 Amara’s POV The silence of the guest room was the heaviest thing I had ever carried. I sat on the edge of the mattress, my knees pulled tightly to my chest, staring blankly at the beige carpet. The door was locked. It had been locked since yesterday, ever since I walked out of my own bedroom and left my husband and my sister tangled in my sheets. Knock. Knock. "Amara? Please open the door." It was Naya, one of the older pack maids who had always looked out for me. Her voice was muffled, thick with worry. "You haven't eaten in twenty-four hours. Just a little soup, please?" I didn't move. My inner wolf was coiled tightly at the back of my mind, her spirit bruised and weeping, completely exhausted from the endless suffocating grief. "Amara, listen to me," Naya whispered, her forehead pressing against the wood on the other side. "Don't let them do this to you. Don't let them look at you and see a broken woman. You are the Luna of this pack. If you lock yourself away, the

Chapter 6Amara’s POVThe neon lights of the wine bar faded into the background, replaced by the heavy, humid air of the night as he guided me out into the dark. I was so tipsy, the world spinning in soft, golden-blurred edges, but the solid weight of his arm around my waist kept me grounded. I didn't care where we were going. For six years with Michael, intimacy had been a cold, calculated duty—a mechanical chore meant to produce an heir, stripped of all warmth. Especially during the pregnancy, I had been treated like a fragile vase, then abandoned. I had forgotten what it felt like to be touched not as a political asset, but as a living, breathing woman.Tonight, I promised myself I would just have fun. I deserved to forget the grief, the rejection, and the ashes left behind in America.When the sleek black car pulled up to his private estate, the sheer scale of the place barely registered through my hazy vision. All I knew was the scent of him—expensive leather, dark chocolate, and

Chapter 8Amara’s POVThe question hung heavily in the steam, thick and suffocating. Raymond’s gaze was unyielding, a silver blade cutting right through the lingering haze of my pleasure. Being pinned against the marble wall by a man who could command an entire room with a whisper made the truth feel dangerous."He's my ex-husband now," I managed to choke out, my voice raspy as I looked away from his piercing eyes. "Or... he will be soon. It’s complicated."I forced my eyes back to his, trying to project a confidence I didn't entirely possess. "I’ll tell you about it later. I promise."Raymond didn't move for a long, agonizing beat. He gave me a look—sharp, calculating, and loaded with a silent awareness that told me he knew I was holding back. But he didn't press. Instead, the heavy tension slowly ebbed from his posture. He withdrew from me, the sudden absence of his heat leaving me cold under the pouring water.Without another word, he stepped out of the shower and walked out into t

Chapter 10Amara’s POVMy chest rose and fell in ragged, shallow gasps as the silence in the master suite rushed back, heavy and suffocating.The shattered pieces of my phone lay scattered across the marble floor like black glass confetti. Michael’s angry, demanding voice was gone, replaced only by the deep, steady rhythm of Raymond’s breathing against my neck. He was still buried inside me, his vast, muscular body pinning me to the silk mattress, a dark titan who had just casually declared war on my past without shedding a single drop of sweat.My mind was a chaotic storm. Panic and electric afterglow violently clashed in my blood. He answered the phone. He growled at Michael. He destroyed my only link to the life I was fleeing."What... what did you just do?" I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to push weakly against his scarred chest. My hazel eyes searched his, desperate for a sliver of logic, a glimpse of who this man actually was. "Who are you?"Raymond didn't move. He di