All Chapters of The Alpha Pregnant With The Enigma’s Secret : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52GawinI didn't know where I was going until I was already there.My feet carried me out of Linrae's apartment building and down the street, past the coffee shop where Joss had once bought me tea and the park where we had sat on a bench and pretended we were just two people with nothing complicated between us. I walked fast, hands shoved in my pockets, jaw clenched so tight my teeth hurt.I could still hear them arguing behind me. Joss's voice, Linrae's voice, the back and forth of two people who had spent years pretending to be something they weren't. And me. Standing in the middle of it like an idiot, like a problem they needed to solve.Just keep me out of it.That's what I had said. That's what I had thrown at them before I walked out. But the truth was I wanted to be out of it. I wanted to be anywhere except in that room with those people and their contracts and their family names and their power games.I wanted to go somewhere I could breathe.Boston's house was on the

Chapter 54 GawinI woke up with my face stuck to Boston’s couch cushion and a crick in my neck that felt like someone had twisted it on purpose. That Ididit didn’t even wake me upFor a second I did not know where I was. Then the sandwich smell hit me, old bread and something sour, and last night came back all at once. The walk. The door that opened too easy. Boston bent over the arm of the couch. Arnold behind him. All of us screaming. Then me talking and talking until my throat hurt and I said the one thing I should have kept in my mouth.I sat up too fast and the room tilted.Boston’s living room looked worse in the morning. Clothes still on the floor. The throw pillow Boston had used as a shield last night was on the coffee table next to the half eaten sandwich. The TV was off now. Someone had thrown a blanket over me. It smelled like detergent and Boston, which was almost comforting until I remembered what I had said under that same blanket.I’m thinking about ending it.I press

Chapter 56GawinThe car didn’t move for almost ten minutes and I swear every single one of those minutes felt like an hour.“Maybe it’s nothing,” Boston said, but he said it in that voice people use when they don’t believe their own sentence. “Maybe it’s just somebody waiting for their girlfriend or whatever.”“At eight in the morning on a Tuesday.”“People have jobs, Gawin. People wait for rides.”“Then why is he just sitting there staring at your door?”Arnold still had his phone in his hand, thumb hovering over the screen like he wanted to type something and kept stopping himself. I watched him do it three times before I finally snapped.“Just call whoever you’re thinking about calling.”“I wasn’t thinking about calling anyone.”“You’ve picked your phone up and put it down three times in two minutes. You’re thinking about calling someone.”Arnold looked at Boston like he needed permission. Boston gave this small tired nod, the kind you give when you already know the fight that’s c

Chapter 58 He showed up at Boston’s door twenty minutes later looking like he hadn’t slept in three days, which, honestly, at that point neither had I.Boston let him in without saying much, just gave him this long look that clearly meant you hurt him again and I will end you, and Joss nodded back like he understood the terms perfectly. Arnold stayed in the kitchen pretending to text somebody so the rest of us could have a minute that didn’t involve an audience.Joss stood in the doorway of the living room for a second before he actually came in, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed all the way into the room yet.“Hey,” he said.“Hey.”“You look tired.”“You look worse.”That got a small, tired laugh out of him, the first real one I’d heard from him in what felt like weeks. He came and sat on the couch next to me, not too close, leaving space like he was waiting for me to decide how much of it I wanted to close.“I meant what I said on the phone,” he said. “About choosing you. I need y

Chapter 60 JossThe lights were still on in the study when I pulled up, which told me everything I needed to know before I even got out of the car. My father didn’t stay up late unless something was moving. He always said sleep was for men who didn’t have anything worth protecting, and I used to think that made him sound important. Now it just made me sick.The housekeeper wasn’t at the door this time. Nobody was. I let myself in with the code I still had memorized from when I was seventeen and too angry to remember to change it after I moved out, and the house swallowed the sound of the door shutting behind me the way it always did, like it ate noise on purpose.I found him exactly where I expected. Behind the desk, phone pressed to his ear, a glass of something dark sitting untouched next to his elbow. He looked up when I walked in and didn’t even blink, just held up one finger like I was an assistant interrupting a call instead of his son walking in at one in the morning.“I’ll ca