All Chapters of The Alpha Pregnant With The Enigma’s Secret : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62 GawinI sat down because Joss’s father told me to, and some old instinct in me still said don’t argue with rich men in their own houses, but the second I was in that chair I regretted it, because now I was lower than everyone else in the room and it felt exactly as small as I’m sure he wanted me to feel.Joss didn’t sit. He stood right behind my chair, one hand resting on the back of it, close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him, and I understood without him saying a single word that he wasn’t planning on letting anyone forget he was standing there too.“Let’s be efficient about this,” Mr. Voss said, folding his hands on the desk like he was about to close a business deal instead of talk about a baby. “I understand there are feelings involved. I’m not unsympathetic to that. But feelings don’t change the practical reality of the situation, and I think it’s better for everyone if we deal with the practical reality first.”“What reality,” I said, and my voice c

Chapter 64 Gawin Sunday came faster than any of us were ready for, and I spent most of Saturday night convinced my mother was going to poison Joss’s food out of pure spite, which honestly wouldn’t have surprised me given the mood she’d been in all week. Joss showed up at six on the dot wearing an actual tie like he’d promised, hair combed in a way that made him look like he was heading to a job interview instead of dinner with a woman who’d already threatened to end him.“You look ridiculous,” I said, opening the door before he could knock.“I look respectful.”“You look like you’re about to ask my mother for a business loan.”He laughed, but I could tell he was nervous underneath it, shifting his weight on the front step like he wasn’t sure he was actually allowed inside yet. My mother appeared behind me a second later, arms crossed, studying him head to toe with the same expression she used to give race officials who tried to argue with her about penalty calls.“You’re on time,” s

Chapter 66 GawinThe apartment Joss’s security people found for us was on the twelfth floor of a building I’d driven past a hundred times and never once looked at twice, which I guess was the whole point. Two bedrooms, a kitchen nobody had ever cooked in, and a couch so stiff it felt like sitting on a closed suitcase. One of the guards checked every room before he let us in, then stood outside the door like a statue, and I remember thinking that a month ago my biggest problem was understeer in turn six.Joss didn’t sit down once. He paced from the window to the kitchen and back again with his phone in his hand, checking it every ten seconds like it might have changed its mind about ringing.“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” I said.“Then they can bill me for it.”“Joss, sit down before you make me throw up just from watching you.”That actually stopped him. He looked at me, then at my hand resting on my stomach, and he came over and sat next to me on the suitcase couch like

Chapter 68Gawin “Dad?”The word came out of me cracked in half, like a kid calling from the top of the stairs after a nightmare, and I hated how young it made me sound.“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, it’s me, buddy.”Buddy. He used to call me that when I was small enough to sit on the hood of his car and hand him the wrong wrench on purpose so he’d laugh. I hadn’t heard it in almost ten years, and hearing it now, on a dead man’s phone line, on a cold kitchen floor at three in the morning, made something in my chest twist so hard I had to press my hand against it.“What the hell,” I said. “What the actual hell, Dad. Why do you have this number? Why did a hunter I met four hours ago have a card that calls you?”“Keep your voice down.”“Don’t tell me to keep my voice down, you don’t get to tell me anything, you haven’t told me anything since I was fifteen years old!”I heard him breathe out on the other end, long and shaky, and when he spoke again his voice was rougher. “I know. I know I have

Chapter 70GawinBoston showed up at the apartment forty minutes after I sent him a thumbs up, which in Boston language meant he’d broken at least three traffic laws getting there, and he walked in carrying a box of donuts in one hand and Arnold by the sleeve in the other like he’d dragged him out of bed without asking.“Okay,” Boston said, dropping the donuts on the counter. “Emergency meeting. Nobody panic. I’ve already panicked for all of us in the car, so that part’s covered.”“He cried at a red light,” Arnold said.“I did not cry, I got something in my eye.”“You got a feeling in your eye.”“Can you two flirt later?” I said from the couch. “I’m the one who’s about to get exposed on live television, I think I get to go first.”Joss came out of the kitchen with a glass of water and put it in my hand without saying anything, then sat down next to me close enough that our legs pressed together. He’d been doing that all morning, finding reasons to touch me, a hand on my back, his knee