All Chapters of A Secret Baby For The Alpha Quarterback: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ConradI don’t want to cross the line, but I can’t resist the question gnawing at me. “Your daughter…"Her gaze hardens instantly—sharp, guarded. As if she’d burn the world for her little girl—the little girl that might be mine too.“My daughter is off topic.”I lean in closer, letting the heat of my body brush against hers. “I respect that, Amelia. I just need to know if she’s⁠—”“She’s not yours,” she answers sharply. “Her father’s someone I dated for a short while after I was thrown out of the pack. Don’t ever ask about him or her again.”I don’t believe her. Something’s off about her reaction, about her story. Or maybe it’s the possessive part of me that’s slowly slipping. My brain clings to one thing, one brutal truth that rips straight through my chest.A man.There was someone else. Someone who had what should’ve been mine.My wolf stirs possessively.He touched her…felt her.My jaw tightens before I can stop it. Jealousy surges through me so violently it’s almost dizzying. I

Amelia One minute, I’m frantically moving around the kitchen island like an overstressed supermom–juggling toasts, fruit packs, and a toddler who thinks breakfast time is playtime.Sage’s nanny called in sick this morning, and since I don’t trust anyone else to look after my daughter, I have no choice but to take her to work with me today.“Mama, look! It’s you on TV!” she squeals, gurgling gleefully, and clapping her hands.I frown deeply, trying to understand why I would be on TV when I haven’t granted any interviews recently, and the partnership between Lunaris and Voss Tech is not due to reach the press until next week.After fixing the last slice of diced mangos in the butterfly plate, I brush it off, believing Sage mistook someone else for me. That is, until she says it again with more excitement.“See! Mama, it’s you!”Before I turn around, Sapphira bursts in, looking really…crazy. Her hair is halfway blown out, her shirt is misbuttoned, and her pants are missing a belt.Eyes

AmeliaStaff gather around us, murmuring.I cross my arms over my chest and knit my brows. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Selah?”Her heels clink on the marble floors as she inches towards and scrutinizes me with a smug smile. “The mating bond must’ve almost killed you if your hair turned white. Sad to see you survived it.”I’m not here to exchange words with her, so I ignore her jab and get straight to the point. “I don’t care why you’re here, but I don’t want a scene in my office. Get out before I have security throw you out.”“Ooohh.” The shriek of her laughter echoes in the hallway. “Look who’s finally grown claws.”“And I intend to dig them as far into you as they can go.” I’m the one taking a step towards her, holding my ground like I wish I had four years ago. “I won’t repeat myself.”I’m almost certain I see a flicker of fear in her eyes, but it vanished too quickly. “Sure, but first you have to agree to stay away from my fiancé.”My brow arches. “I don’t know who y

Conrad It's been two days since the rumors of Amelia and me dating started flying around. Despite her efforts to control the media, the blogs are still going crazy and anticipating what event we’ll turn up to together and if we’re truly secretly dating.A smile plays on my lips. She can deny it all she wants, but the number of fans cheering us on is all the evidence we wouldn’t make a bad couple, especially not now that I would give everything for her and Sage.Turning off my phone screen, I slump into the backseat of my SUV, meeting Zayne’s eyes in the rearview mirror.“Is there a reason I have to go to this thing?” I ask. “I could just skip it. There’s always some event or another.”Zayne chuckles and rakes a hand through his hair before settling both hands back on the wheel. “But this gala is important. The best of the best tech sector will be here. Voss Tech’s representation is crucial.”I open the backseat door and begin to step into the open air. “If I don’t get going now, you’

Amelia Morning sunlight presses gently against my eyelids before the scent reaches me: warm butter, something sweet, something sizzling.For a moment, I lie still, suspended between sleep and waking, letting the impossible softness of it all wash over me. The ache and soreness between my thighs beg that I get more hours of rest, but I hear the quiet clatter of a pan and Conrad humming under his breath.My heart does that foolish little jump. Four years ago, it leaped for entirely different reasons, for fear and a longing to be loved and accepted that I tried so hard to bury. Now it leaps because he’s here…because he stayed.I sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Awkwardly, I grab his dress shirt and pad toward the kitchen.Conrad stands at the stove, charmingly shirtless and hair a little messy, as if he didn’t bother taming it in his eagerness to get breakfast started. I remember my fingers going into his hair last night and shake off the memory.When he notices me, his wh