All Chapters of The Alpha Pregnant With The Enigma’s Secret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12 Joss I stared at the screen until the letters stopped making sense. Then I stared some more. The same guy who had been in my face for years, the same arrogant Alpha who looked at me like I was something he needed to scrape off his shoe, the same rival who had nearly taken my head off in more than one press conference. That was the one I had pinned to this mattress. That was the one whose scent I could still taste if I closed my eyes. That was the one who had gone so tight around my knot I almost blacked out, who had cursed me the whole time and still came hard enough to shake.I dropped the phone on the carpet and pressed both hands over my face.“You’ve got to be kidding me.”My voice sounded wrong in the empty room. Too loud. Too thin. I picked the wristband back up and rubbed my thumb over the dried blood like that would make the name change. It did not. Gawin. Fucking Gawin. The one person on the entire grid I would have rather punched than touched, and somehow I ha

Chapter 14 Gawin“This cannot be happening,” I said to the wall. “I am in the middle of a championship fight. I have sponsors. I have a family that will disown me if they find out their S-class son is carrying a child like some Omega. The board will suspend me the second the first rumor hits. My career is over. Everything is over.”Doctor stayed seated. “That is why I asked you to come alone. No one else has seen these results. Not the lab techs. Not the board’s medical liaison. I handled the panels myself.”I turned on him. “Then bury it. Give me suppressants. Give me whatever the hell you give Omegas when they need to hide a cycle. I will deal with this after the season. Or I will deal with it never. I do not care. Just make it stop showing on any scan.”“Suppressants will only do so much.” He tapped the folder again. “There is a complication specific to Enigma pregnancies. The embryo requires regular exposure to the sire’s pheromones to develop properly. Without that contact, the

Chapter 16 Joss “You punched me hard enough that I still felt it the next morning. And then you walked out like nothing happened. Like you could just pretend we did not spend hours in that room. Like you could just go back to hating me on track and never think about it again.”He was breathing through his mouth now. His eyes kept dropping to my throat and then jerking back up to my face. He looked nauseous, really nauseous, and for a second I almost felt bad. Almost.“I do not want to talk about that night,” he said. “It was a mistake. We were both drunk. It meant nothing.”“Did it?” I tilted my head. “Because you have been acting like it meant everything. Avoiding me. Looking at me like I am going to jump you in the middle of the paddock. What is going on with you?”“Nothing is going on with me.” He tried to shove past me again. I caught his wrist. Not hard, just enough to stop him. His skin was warmer than it should have been. He jerked like I had burned him.“Let go.”“Not until

Chapter 18 Gawin We lined up at the bottom. Engines idling. My hands were steady on the wheel even if everything else felt off. I could still smell him a little through the vents and it made my jaw clench.“Last chance to back out,” his voice came over the open channel.“Shut up and drive.”We launched. The first section was tight and technical. I stayed on him through the opening corners, keeping the gap small. He was smooth the way he always was, but I knew how he drove when he was trying to prove something. He pushed a little early into the second hairpin and I cut under him clean. The car rotated exactly how I wanted. For a second it felt normal. Like any other session. Like my body was not trying to turn against me.Then the longer climb started. The road opened up and the drifts got wider. I stayed ahead through the next three turns, using the slope and the entry speed the way I always did. My focus was sharp. Everything else could wait until I crossed the finish and made him

Chapter 20 Gawin Joss’s whole body went still. He looked at the door, then at me. “Garage. Now.”We moved fast again. The motorhome door opened onto a short walk to the main garage bay that belonged to neither of our teams. It was dark and full of old tire racks and empty tool chests. Joss pulled the side door shut behind us just as the voices got near the motorhome.We ended up pressed against the far wall between two tall cabinets. There was almost no space. My back was to the metal, his chest was almost against mine, and the only light came from a thin strip under the door. I could hear whoever it was checking the motorhome, opening drawers, talking low.“Thought I heard something earlier,” one of them said. “Engines, maybe.”“Probably just the wind. Or the junior kids sneaking around again.”They moved on after another minute, but neither of us relaxed. The garage was quiet except for our breathing. Joss had one hand braced on the cabinet beside my head. His other hand still res