All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amelia“You know,” Sapphira begins, tilting her head towards a random box as she pulls out a small stack of office files, “there’s Marcus from accounting. He reads books, plays the guitar, and, drum rolls, he actually remembers people’s birthdays. I think he’d be perfect for you.”I raise an eyebrow, but she sees through my nonchalant façade. “Marcus? The guy who brought that weird homemade chili to the office last year?”She laughs, unbothered. “Exactly.”I roll my eyes. “Why exactly are we talking about this again? I haven’t agreed to give anyone a try.”“Not just anyone,” her eyes brighten with a teasing glint. “It’s Marcus we are talking about here. A man with a heart of gold under that questionable spice choice. Or, hey, I know…Tony in marketing. He’s tall, funny, and, get this, he can cook. He might even survive a tea party with Sage.”Sage is too busy turning her spoon into an airplane to care about the grown-up talk, thankfully.I smile as I watch her play for a moment before

Conrad She leaves and doesn’t even spare me a final glare. Good. I’m done wasting breath on someone who thinks the world belongs to her simply because her father told her so.The door is still vibrating when Zayne steps in. He pauses for a moment and takes in my expression. “She tried again, didn’t she?”I nod, returning to my seat and gathering the contract back into its folder. “Yeah. Tried and failed. She gets bolder each time.Zayne’s brows creases. “How bold?”“Besides the obvious sleep with me indicators, she told me we’re getting married.” I scoff, shaking my head. “She thinks Simion’s influence means I’m contractually obligated to marry her.”I catch the shock fleet past Zayne’s face, for a brief moment, before he sighs. “And are you considering the proposal?”“Do I look like I care about getting married to anyone at all?” I hiss sharply. “It’s a power-play, a stupid trap they think I would blindly walk into.”“I know that,” he says, and assists me in packing up folders into

Amelia“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, shifting in my chair and trying to remain professional. “But it’s good that we’re on the same page.”Mr. Carson clears his throat, and Sapphira, who is seated at the head of the table, looks between us, sensing tension she doesn’t understand yet.I wonder how she’ll react when I tell her Mr. Vaughn is the mate who rejected me and left me to die years ago. She’ll be pissed as hell.“Let’s move to the revenue split,” Mr. Carson says, trying to steer the meeting back on track.I exhale quietly.Charts appear on the screen. “Lunaris provides the Core Mind central AI. Voss Tech handles hardware, global distribution, and marketing. Our suggested split is fifty-five against forty-five in Lunaris’ favor, with both companies sharing rights to any new technology created together.”Conrad finally looks away from me and nods once. “Shared rights are acceptable. But all software updates must benefit both sides. Any one-sided update is a brea

Conrad A low growl rolls through my chest, vibrating up my throat before I can choke it down. Her scent hits me, a faint mix of wild lilac and rain-soaked earth, and something bright underneath that makes the broken bond tug like a hook sinking deeper into flesh.After all these years, she still smells like home to me. I try to distract myself from my desire, to steady myself, to be rational. Instead, I feel like a man standing too close to the edge of a cliff, and one wrong word from her will push me into the fall.Amelia doesn’t look intimidated. If anything, she looks rooted and grounded, like she found solid earth somewhere far from me. She steps closer, enough for me to feel the warmth of her presence. She lifts her chin, and her eyes lock onto mine.“I have a family now, Conrad,” she says, swiping her tongue over her lips. “I have someone who picked me up from the dirt when you and every other member of your pack left me out there to die.”My jaw tightens, and my wolf snarls at

AmeliaThe faint aroma of truffle hits me as soon as I step inside the restaurant. A polished marble floor gleams under the crystal chandeliers, the whole place dressed up in its usual extravagance.Sapphira and I have had dinner here enough times for me to know our favorite chef’s signature dish is on the menu tonight, but all I’m dying to do is order a takeout we can eat while curling up on the couch, watching our favorite show after Sage goes to bed.That is better than any date could ever be, and if it weren’t for Sapphira, I wouldn’t even bother with this. I sigh as I glance around for the man my best friend believes will be a perfect match for me.It’s just one date, though. I’m certain I can pull it off.When I spot him, Congressman Ross Dorrian, he’s already seated, chin lifted as if the world itself needs to adjust to his presence. He’s wearing a tailored tuxedo, and his expensive diamond watch catches the light. His smile is confident and practiced, borderline rehearsed.Ty