All Chapters of Pregnant by the Alpha who Left: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Three months of his life were playing through someone else's speakers, and the world was calling it a masterpiece.Liam stared at the screen and laughed. Short and hollow, nothing funny about it. Jason Blake. Number one trending. Over two million streams and climbing.He scrolled through the comments, and each one stung more than the last. People were calling it genius, saying the drop hit different, that the layered distortion was proof Jason Blake was a rare talent who understood music in ways most producers never would.He knew that drop. He had built every single layer of it himself, and it had cost him real time and real sleep and pieces of himself he couldn't name. Now a stranger was being handed a crown for it.He had done everything right. Kept his head down, worked harder than anyone else in the room, stayed quiet when people talked over him, accepted half the credit just to keep his seat at the table. He had played by every rule, and this was where it landed him.Someone lik

The moment their eyes met, the effect was immediate.Liam's breath caught. There was something about the man looking at him, something sharp, controlled, and dangerously calm.An alpha.There was no mistaking it. But it wasn't just that. It was the way he looked at him, like he had already decided something.Liam looked away first. He had to, because holding that gaze felt like standing too close to something that could burn him.He took another drink, hoping it would settle the strange feeling building inside him, but it didn't. If anything, it made him more aware of the scent, warm, deep, and quietly commanding. It wrapped around him now, stronger than before, slipping past his defenses with unsettling ease. His chest tightened, not from discomfort, but from something far more confusing.It felt right. That made Liam frown. That wasn't supposed to happen. He stood abruptly, needing distance, needing air. The room felt smaller now, suffocating in a different way.He turned to leave,

Three weeks of feeling like a stranger in his own body, and Liam still hadn't let himself say the word out loud.He'd blamed the exhaustion on stress. Blamed the nausea on skipped meals and too much coffee on an empty stomach. Blamed the way certain smells turned his stomach on nothing more than bad luck. There was always something to blame that wasn't the truth, and he'd reached for every single one of them."You look like death," Zara said, sliding into the seat across from him at the café near his apartment. "Actual, walking death.""Thank you." Liam pushed his coffee away. Even the smell of it made something in his stomach turn now."I'm serious. When's the last time you slept properly?""I sleep.""That's not what I asked."He didn't answer, and that was answer enough.Zara studied him for a long moment, her teasing falling away into something more careful. "Liam. When's your heat supposed to start?""Any day now, I think." He rubbed at his temple. "Why?""Because it's late."He

Liam's laptop screen blurred in front of him, the words on it suddenly meaningless.He knew that scent. That is exactly what his mind told him immediately t drifted to his nose. He'd told himself for months that he didn't remember it clearly, that alcohol and time had worn the edges of that night down to something vague and unreliable. But the moment it hit him, every excuse he'd built collapsed at once.The scent was warm, deep and quietly commanding.His hand found the edge of the table before he realized he'd reached for it, grounding himself against a wave of something he didn't have a name for. His pulse picked up, fast and unsteady, and beneath it, something else, something that felt disturbingly close to relief.Calm.That was the word that settled over him first, before the panic even had a chance to catch up. For months his body had been a battlefield, heat cycles that left him shaking and sick, restless nights that never gave him rest, a constant low hum of wrongness under h