All Chapters of Too Late, Alpha! Claimed by The Lycan King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Eyra’s POV“We’re going to do the photo shoot on the 10th floor, Miss Noir. So let’s get ready now,” said one of the stylists, who had been helping me get ready for a while. However, Cecile walked in with earpieces like a special operations team, speaking softly, and then stopped us in our tracks.“Mr. Wynter has instructed that the photo shoot be moved to this floor,” she said.“But all the equipment is on the tenth floor, Miss Lane. How are the crew and team supposed to bring their gear up here?” they asked almost in unison.Cecile shrugged. “There must be a way. It’s Mr. Wynter’s order so Miss Noir doesn’t have trouble with her dress and makeup. Especially since, according to him, Miss Noir isn’t feeling well. So, just follow through. Or… is anyone brave enough to refuse his order?”They sighed in resignation, then one of them contacted someone—presumably the photographer and the crew—and asked me to sit back down.“We haslve plenty of space outside the apartment,” Cecile said agai

Eyra’s POVAs the days go by, this pregnancy is starting to take its toll. Maybe Dr. Avery was right. It’s going to be difficult carrying a baby fathered by an alpha, and I’m feeling that more and more right now.In fact, even just getting out of bed feels so hard. It’s as if iron chains are shackling my hands and feet, so lying down is the most comfortable thing right now.But I can’t stay like this.“Come on, Puppy… Mommy has to work. Please help Mommy—don’t do this, okay?” I muttered as I rubbed my stomach, which still looked flat, though I could feel him inside.He was moving and making my stomach churn.No… I have to hurry up and get up, or everything in my stomach will spill out right now.I stepped slowly out of the bathroom after. I changed my clothes and went out for a breakfast that had left me traumatized. But when I reached the table, there were no pancakes or anything else with a sweet aroma that would make me nauseous again.“The waitstaff has prepared grilled tuna for y

Eyra’s POVUpon hearing Mr. Wynter’s statement, her parents exchanged glances. It was the most reckless thing I’d ever heard of. But surely he wouldn’t have done that without thinking it through, would he?My heart felt like it had stopped beating right then and there as I anxiously waited for the reaction of the two most important people in Mr. Wynter’s life. Time seemed to slow down. The atmosphere in the room felt so thick that I could barely breathe. When they finally smiled, I was certain that, just as Mr. Wynter had said, they wouldn’t have a problem with it.“Are you seriously pregnant?” asked Lyla, Mr. Wynter’s mother.I froze. She didn’t say anything else for a few moments; she was just waiting for my answer, while I myself had lost all my strength as every joint in my body creaked, imagining the worst possible outcome.For a few moments I remained silent, unable to answer because their reaction had been so sudden and I needed time to process it.“That’s actually good. It mea

Eyra’s POV “I’m here to congratulate Mr. North Wynter on his engagement,” Dave said, and the room instantly fell silent. The only sound was the soft murmur of guests chatting. “You must be curious to see what the most influential man in Manhattan looks like, right? Don’t forget, he’s also the lycan king.”Dave’s words felt increasingly over-the-top, forcing me to cut him off.The guests waited for Dave to continue while discussing Mr. Wynter—a respected figure they’d never seen or who’d never revealed himself. Even with his status as a lycan king, he remained quite reclusive.With Dave’s rambling, everyone became curious, and I glared at him so intensely that our gazes locked for a few moments. His stare was intimidating, hoping I’d obey his words once again as I had before—or perhaps forever. Just as I was about to step forward to stop him, Mr. Wynter grabbed my arm.“Let him be, Selene. He won’t be able to make everyone believe him that easily,” he said.“But he could expose your i

Eyra’s POVMy body nearly gave way at the thought of Mr. Wynter revealing all the secrets he knew. I hadn’t said much—except about the pack—but if he were to mention that here, my escape would be in vain, because it was entirely possible that one of the rogues who had slaughtered my family and friends was in this room.Fortunately, Mr. Wynter didn’t continue his sentence; instead, he hurried over to me and supported my weakened body. He helped me sit down on the sofa, and at that very moment, the camera—which had been focused on the stage—switched to where we were.“Since my fiancée is so weak, I’ll handle the entire ceremony right here,” he said, and the crew—who had been assisting with the party all along—nodded and quickly turned their attention to me as he said, “I’m sorry I almost blurted it all out.”I looked deeply into his eyes. He was apologizing for a minor mistake he’d made, while I was still holding on by hiding my identity and still not speaking—even though he likely knew