All Chapters of Abandoned Your Pregnant Luna? Biggest Mistake, Alpha!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The waiting room was a stark, impersonal space, filled with the hushed whispers of other anxious families. Kennedy sat beside Tyler, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed on the closed operating room doors. Every minute stretched into an eternity, each tick of the clock a hammer blow against her raw nerves. Tyler, usually so composed, was pacing, his jaw tight, his eyes clouded with worry. In this shared crucible of fear, their personal animosity seemed to melt away, replaced by a fragile, unspoken solidarity.He eventually sat beside her, his worry for his grandmother momentarily eclipsing all else. He saw the lingering tremor in her hands, the slight pallor of her face. Without a word, he reached for her cold hand, his touch warm, grounding. He didn't ask what happened, didn't need to. He simply held her hand, a silent anchor in the storm. Then, he shrugged off his tailored jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The familiar scent of his cologne, the warmth of the fa

A throbbing headache was the first thing Kennedy registered. Her eyelids felt heavy, glued shut, and a metallic taste coated her tongue. Slowly, painfully, she forced her eyes open. The world swam into focus, a blurry landscape of dust motes dancing in shafts of weak sunlight filtering through grimy windows. The air was cold, damp, and smelled of decay and stale concrete. She was lying on a rough, wooden pallet, her hands bound behind her back, her ankles tied together.Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at her throat, but she forced it down. She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to orient herself. Abandoned warehouse. The realization hit her with the force of a physical blow. She was no longer at the hospital. She was no longer safe.A figure emerged from the shadows, his silhouette growing clearer as he stepped into a sliver of light. Ryan. His face was grim, a mixture of anger and a strange, desperate resolve."W-what do you want?" Kennedy's voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she tr

Eliana, seeing her control over Ryan slipping, became desperate. Her eyes, wild with a venomous hatred, landed on Kennedy's slightly swollen abdomen. "You think you've won, don't you, you little whore?" she spat, her voice dripping with contempt, each word a poisoned dart. "With your pathetic little bastard in your belly, trying to trap Tyler! That kid? Never gonna be truly loved, never truly accepted! It's just another one of your schemes, isn't it? Always scheming!"A primal roar tore from Kennedy's throat. The pain from the earlier kick, the fear, the exhaustion – it all coalesced into a blinding, white-hot rage. The insult to her unborn child, to the innocent life within her, was a line crossed, a boundary shattered. Before anyone could react, before Ryan could even process what was happening, Kennedy, still bound, lunged forward with a guttural cry, a sound born of pure fury, slamming her head into Eliana's nose with surprising, bone-jarring force. A sickening crunch echoed in the

He offered a small, weary smile. "Let's just say I have my ways. And it's not important right now. What's important is you rest. The doctors said you're lucky. A few more minutes, and..." He trailed off, a shadow passing over his face, the unspoken consequences hanging heavy between them. "Just rest, Kennedy. Everything else can wait."He gently squeezed her hand again, his touch firm and reassuring.Kennedy nodded, too exhausted to argue, too overwhelmed to process everything. The pain in her side was a dull throb now, a constant reminder of the ordeal. She closed her eyes, letting the quiet hum of the hospital room and Vincent's steady presence lull her towards a much-needed sleep.**When Kennedy next opened her eyes, Vincent was still there, sitting patiently by her bedside. The room was quiet, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows. Her mind, though still foggy, was clearer now. The memory of his words, "your baby," echoed in her thoughts."Vincent," she began, her

Vincent's gaze hardened, his voice dropping to a chillingly serious tone. "And let me be clear, Tyler. If I find any concrete evidence that Brenda was directly involved in Kennedy's kidnapping, I will show no mercy. None. Think about that. Think about how you will face her, how you will reconcile that with everything you believe about her, if it turns out she orchestrated this." He pushed off the wall, his eyes piercing Tyler's. "Now, I need to get back to Kennedy. You have some serious thinking to do."With that, Vincent turned and re-entered Kennedy's ward, leaving Tyler alone in the sterile corridor, the weight of Vincent's words pressing down on him. Brenda... involved in a kidnapping? The thought was abhorrent, yet the evidence Vincent presented, however circumstantial, gnawed at him.**Tyler returned to the central hospital, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The moment he stepped into the waiting area outside his grandmother's operating room, his mother's furious gaz