Todos los capítulos de The Alpha Pregnant With The Enigma’s Secret : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Chapter 101JossGawin didn't let go of my hand the whole way across the paddock, and he didn't slow down either, not when a mechanic from my own team stepped out of the garage to stare at us, not when somebody near the catering van said my name loud enough that half the lane turned around, not even when I tripped over a tire stack somebody had left by the pit wall and nearly took us both down."Keep walking," he said."I'm walking.""You're tripping.""Tripping is a kind of walking."He didn't laugh, but his grip on my hand got tighter, and I could feel his pulse going fast against my fingers, as fast as mine. People stepped out of our way. Some of them breathed in as we passed, the way everyone had been doing all day, a little lift of the chin, a little look of confusion. One of the junior drivers put his hand against the wall of a transporter and closed his eyes until we'd gone by.Every single one of them was another Arnold waiting to happen. I knew that. Gawin knew that. That's w

Chapter 103GawinJoss's heart was pounding against my back so hard I could feel every single beat of it through my shirt, and I lay there on that narrow bed with his arms locked around me and counted them, because counting was the only thing my brain could still do.One. Two. Three. Four.Somewhere around forty, I lost count and had to start again.The gel on my stomach had gone cold and sticky. There was blood on the paper sheet under me, and on my jeans, and on Joss's hands where he'd carried me, and on his shirt where I'd pressed my face against it. I didn't move to clean any of it. I didn't move at all. I just lay there curled against him with my hand flat on the left side of my stomach, right where Dr. Halvorsen had found the one heartbeat, pressing down like if I held it hard enough I could keep that one from leaving too.Joss's scent was everywhere.It wasn't the warm, sweet, overwhelming thing it had been in the motorhome. It was grief. Thick and dark and heavy, pouring out o

Chapter 105JossBoston turned around. Arnold was in the doorway in a hospital gown, holding onto the frame with both hands, his face still flushed and wet."Arnold, get back in bed," Boston said."Mr. Whitlock," Arnold said, louder, ignoring him. "It's not his fault. I've been on pills for twelve years. If it wasn't Joss, it would've been something else. It would've been a bad batch, or a missed dose, or one day my body just would've stopped listening. Joss didn't do this to me. My dad did. The rules did. Don't take it out on him."Nobody said anything.The line was quiet for so long I thought Whitlock had hung up."I'm sorry," he said finally, and his voice was very small. "I'm sorry. All of you. I mean that. But I'm the one who has to stand in front of the families of anybody who gets hurt. Security will be at the medical center in thirty minutes. Joss, they'll escort you to the circuit gate. You can come back once you're bonded and Dr. Halvorsen signs off that your scent has settl

Chapter 107Joss"Now?" I said. "Right now? Here?"Dr. Halvorsen didn't blink. "Right now. Here."I looked down at Gawin. He was lying flat on his back with his face wet and his hair stuck to his forehead, a needle taped into the back of his hand and a line running up to a bag of fluid hanging off the lamp stand. My mother's hands were still spread on his stomach. Her eyes were still closed. Her scent was still seeping out of her into the room, slow and old and sweet, and under the blanket the red stain wasn't spreading anymore, but it wasn't shrinking either."You said no strain," I said. "Yesterday. You said nothing, not for days.""I know what I said yesterday. Yesterday he wasn't bleeding like this." Her voice stayed level, but I could see her hand shaking around the scanner. "Your mother's buying us time. Your scent's buying more. But it's not stopping, Joss, and every minute it doesn't stop, he's losing blood he can't afford to lose. The ambulance is still twenty minutes out. I

Chapter 109 Gawin She laughed, wet and shaky, and held onto my wrist with both hands now, leaning so far across the gap between the beds that her line pulled tight."I was so scared," she said. "I was so scared, Danny. When you started bleeding on the floor at her house. I didn't know what to do. I just held that towel and I kept thinking, I'm going to lose him, I'm going to lose my little brother on a kitchen floor in the middle of nowhere because some old woman wouldn't let a doctor in the room.""I know," I said."And then he wouldn't bite you. For weeks. He said it would make you a target. He said he'd rather you have seven months safe than fifty years hunted." Her face twisted. "I hated him for that. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to grab him by the shirt and make him do it. I never told you that.""You can tell me now.""I was so angry. I was so angry all the time. At him, at the doctors, at the old woman, at Mom and Dad for making us take those pills since we were babies