Todos os capítulos de Pregnant With My Alpha Father-In-Law’s Baby: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter 12Amara’s POVThe sterile, crisp scent of antiseptic was the first thing to hit my senses, cutting through the heavy fog in my mind.I opened my eyes slowly, my head throbbing with a dull, brutal rhythm that made the fluorescent lights above me burn. I was lying in an impossibly soft, adjustable bed inside a massive, private hospital room that looked more like a five-star hotel suite. Polished wood paneling lined the walls, state-of-the-art heart monitors hummed quietly beside me, and a large window offered a view of manicured gardens outside.Thankfully, the room was completely empty.I sat up slowly, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat as a dull ache radiated through my lower abdomen and back. I pulled back the heavy blanket, relief washing over me when I saw the medical bandage taped neatly across my skin. My skirt was clean, and the terrifying warmth from the stairs was gone. I wasn't bleeding anymore. The relief was short-lived, replaced almost instantly by a cold, prick

Chapter 14Amara’s POVThe cold leather of the man's gloves bit into my bruised arms, the sudden violent pull jerking my neck backward so fast my vision swam with dark spots."Let go of me!" I gasped, my voice raspy and thin as I tried to twist out of his iron grip.My ankle buckled beneath me, the white-hot pain shooting up my leg, but the two men didn't care. They yanked me upright, dragging me backward into the shadow of a narrow, damp alleyway between two towering brick buildings. The stench of stale rain, garbage, and aggressive wolf pheromones filled the enclosed space, suffocating me.The man holding me pinned my back against the cold brick wall, while the second one stepped into the dim light. He reached into his leather jacket, pulled out a glossy piece of paper, and held it right in front of my face.It was a photograph. A high-resolution picture of me taken back at the Silver Moon Pack house, wearing a formal dress from the annual winter gala, looking composed, gentle, and

Chapter 16 Raymond’s POV The rain had stopped by three in the morning, leaving behind a slick, reflective sheen on the stone balustrade of the balcony. The scent of ozone, wet earth, and salt sea air drifted through the open glass doors, cutting through the heavy, dark oak scent of my private study. On the mahogany desk behind me, the tablet lay face up. The digital profile remained illuminated, casting a soft, blue glow against the high ceilings. Fugitive Name: Amara. Status: Former Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. Ex-Wife of Alpha Michael. I took a slow drag from a thin cigar, the amber ember glowing in the dim light before I let the gray smoke curl out into the night air. My mind was sharp, methodical, cold—the way it always became when a war was brewing on the horizon. Michael. My mind dragged up the image of my son. The last time I had looked Michael in the eye was six years ago in the grand pavilion of the Northern Council. Even then, his aura was poisoned by ambition—a you

Chapter 18Amara’s POVHis large palm felt like a furnace against my cold skin, but the heat wasn't enough to burn away the sharp, terrifying reality settling into my bones.Alpha Raymond.The name alone had crushed kingdoms. Standing in this immaculate, high-tech corridor with his silver eyes fixed on mine, holding the hand of a man who owned entire defense syndicate networks and commanded armies, I felt smaller than I ever had in my life. And yet, beneath the staggering weight of his identity, the raw, humiliating truth of my situation rose up to choke me.He was offering me a fortress. He was offering me his home.And I was a broken, disgraced former Luna who had stumbled into his bed during a moment of weak, desperate agony in a Florence lounge.I slowly slid my hand out of his grip. The loss of his contact immediately brought back the cold chill of the corridor, but I forced myself to stand tall, tucking my hands into the pockets of the plush robe."Thank you, Alpha Raymond," I s

Chapter 20Amara’s POVThe stairs leading up to the servant attic were narrow, steep, and coated in a thick layer of dust.Every step felt like dragging a serrated blade through my unhealed stomach. My breath came in ragged, wheezing gasps, my hands scraping against the rough brick walls just to keep my body upright. By the time I pushed open the creaky wooden door, the faint heat from the lower floors had completely vanished, replaced by a freezing, drafty bite that cut straight to my bones.The attic was tiny, lit only by a cracked dormer window that let in the pale, icy moonlight. A single rusted cot sat in the corner, stripped of sheets, its bare mattress stained and smelling of damp straw.I collapsed onto the thin mattress, pulling my knees up toward my chest as violent shivers wracked my frame. Tears slipped down my cheeks, hot against my freezing skin.Look at you, a bitter, dark voice whispered inside my mind. Discarded. Starving. Bleeding.Naya, my inner wolf, suddenly lifte