All Chapters of The Alpha Pregnant With The Enigma’s Secret : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72JossI’d been yelled at by a lot of people in my life. My father, mostly. Race stewards. A Formula 3 team owner in Monaco who threw a clipboard at my head when I was nineteen. But nobody had ever looked at me the way Gawin’s coach was looking at me right then, standing in the doorway with coffee pouring onto his shoes like he’d forgotten he was holding a cup at all.I took my hand off Gawin’s stomach. Too fast. It made the whole thing look a hundred times worse.“Coach,” Gawin said from inside the car, still strapped in, his voice coming out high and strangled. “Hey. Morning. You’re early.”“I’m always early.” Coach finally looked down, saw the coffee, and dropped the empty cup on the floor like it had personally betrayed him. “You’re the one who’s never here before ten. And you’re definitely never here with him.”He said him the way people say cockroach.“I can explain,” Gawin said.“Oh, I’d love that. I’d love an explanation. Go ahead. I’ve got all morning, apparently, si

Chapter 74 GawinAfterward we lay tangled up in the dark with his hand spread over my stomach and his breathing finally slowing down, and right before he fell asleep he said, barely loud enough to hear, “Don’t let me win.”“I wasn’t planning to.”“I mean it. If you see me back off, if you see me lift, you push. You make me race you.”“I’ll make you race me,” I promised, and he was asleep before I finished the sentence.The alarm went off at four forty five. I’d slept maybe two hours. I felt amazing.The track was dark when we got there, the floodlights on the main straight still humming and buzzing like they were half asleep too. Coach was already standing by the pit wall with a thermos and a stopwatch and his reading glasses pushed up on his head, which he only wore when he was planning to watch every single thing very closely and judge it.Boston and Arnold were there too, which nobody had invited. Boston was wearing my old team hoodie and Arnold was wearing one with Joss’s number

Chapter 76Joss Coach looked at me, then at Gawin, then back at me. “Why is everybody looking like somebody died? He’s an Alpha. Write Alpha.”Nobody said anything.“Write Alpha,” Coach said again, slower, like he’d started to understand that something was wrong and didn’t want to.“I’m not an Alpha,” I said.Coach stared at me.“I’m an Enigma.”The room went so quiet I could hear the fans in the tablet. Coach’s mouth opened and stayed open. Dr. Halvorsen didn’t move at all, but her pen stopped tapping the table.“That’s not funny,” Coach said.“It’s not a joke.”“There haven’t been Enigmas in thirty years.”“There haven’t been Enigmas on paper in thirty years. My parents have had me on suppressants since I was a baby.” I looked at Dr. Halvorsen. “That’s the only way he could get pregnant. You know that. You already guessed. That’s why you didn’t write anything in the box yourself.”She didn’t deny it. She just pushed her glasses up her nose and said, “Thirty one minutes.”I reached

Chapter 78Joss“What’s she going to do?” I said. “Tell me exactly what she’s going to do, because I’ve had enough of people in this family saying things like that and then not explaining them.”My father didn’t answer right away. He stood in the doorway of the medical center with his phone still lit up in his hand, and his eyes finally went past me to the monitor in the corner. To the frozen gray picture. To the two little shapes side by side.I watched him see it. I watched it hit him.“Two,” he said.“Twins,” Gawin said behind me. “Found out about five minutes ago. Surprise.”My father put his hand on the door frame like he needed it to stay up. For a second he didn’t look like the man who ran half the sponsorship money in this sport. He looked like somebody’s grandfather who’d just been told something too big to fit in his head.“Close the door,” I said.He closed it.“Dad. What is Mom going to do?”He rubbed his face with both hands. “You know Gawin’s father came to see me yester

Chapter 80GawinI grabbed the notebook out of her hand before anyone could stop me.Joss reached for it a second too late. His fingers brushed the cover as I pulled it back against my chest, and Edward said my name in that sharp boardroom voice he probably used on people who owed him money, and I didn’t care about any of it.“Gawin, give that to me,” Joss said.“No.”“You don’t need to read that right now.”“It’s about my body. It’s about my kids. I think I’m the one who decides when I read it.”“You’re still covered in ultrasound gel.”“Then I’ll read it covered in ultrasound gel.”I sat back down on the edge of the bed and opened it before he could argue again. The leather was cracked and soft, and the pages were stiff and wavy like they’d been soaked a long time ago and dried in the sun. The handwriting was small and tight and leaned to the right like the person writing it was always in a hurry.The first page just said a date thirty years ago and a name. Daniel Ward. Age twenty f