All Chapters of The Fallen Alpha’s Pregnancy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was burning alive from the inside."Please," I gasped, clutching Liam's suit jacket like it was the only thing keeping me from shattering. "I can't take this. Make it stop."Liam's arms stayed around me, strong and steady, but he didn't move to claim me. His hands just held me through the worst of the wave, one palm rubbing slow circles on my back."Aiden, breathe," he murmured. "I'm right here."I shoved my face against his chest, inhaling his scent. It made everything worse and better at the same time. "You smell so good. Too good. I hate it. I need you. Just... just take me already. That's what you're here for, right?"My voice broke on the last word. Shame flooded me, hot and ugly, but the heat didn't care. It clawed at my insides, demanding.Liam tilted my chin up gently, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Not like this. Not when you're barely conscious and fighting yourself."I laughed bitterly, the sound cracking. "Since when do Alphas care about consent? Just fuck me. Get it over

The memory slammed into me without warning.I was lying on a soft bed in Liam’s private residence outside the city, trying to rest, when a flash hit me. His hands on my skin. My own voice moaning his name. Months ago. Before everything changed.I sat up fast, heart racing. “Liam!”He appeared in the doorway almost immediately, concern etched across his face. “What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”I stared at him, breathing hard. “You. Me. That night. The one where we... God, I remember pieces. You were there. We were together.”Liam stepped inside slowly, closing the door behind him. “You’re starting to remember.”I swung my legs off the bed, anger rising fast. “You took advantage of me when I didn’t even know what I was becoming. How long have you been hiding this?”Liam met my eyes steadily, but I saw the flicker of pain there. “You came to me that night willingly, Aiden. You sought me out. I thought you remembered. I’ve been trying to protect you ever since.”“Protect me?” I laughed, sha

The letter felt like poison in my hands.I sat alone in Liam’s living room, staring at the formal offer from Henry’s lawyers. Terminate the pregnancy. Risky procedure that might reverse my Omega status. Step down quietly and they would let me live what was left of my old life. My fingers trembled as I read it again.Liam walked in and stopped dead when he saw the papers. “What is that?”I didn’t look up. “Henry’s offer. A way out. For both of us.”Liam crossed the room in three strides. “Let me see it.” His voice was tight with barely controlled anger.I handed it over, watching his face darken as he read. “You’re not seriously considering this.”“Why wouldn’t I?” I stood up, voice rising. “This could give me my life back. My body back. The empire. Everything I lost. You don’t understand what I sacrificed.”Liam looked at me with quiet pain that cut deeper than anger. “I understand more than you know. But if you do this, you’ll lose the only thing that still feels real.”I laughed bit

The silence in this room is no longer empty, it is a lie. I stare at the three tiny black devices sitting on my nightstand, their little red lights blinking like the eyes of a demon, and I feel something snap inside me. Not the fragile, weeping snap of a broken Omega, but the sharp, dangerous click of a blade being drawn from a sheath. I was an apex predator for years. I built an empire on the corpses of men who thought they were smarter than me. I might be bleeding, I might be carrying this burden in my belly, but I am not dead yet.I hear the heavy tread of boots in the hallway. Liam. He is coming, probably to check on his investment, to see if his little pet is still behaving. I quickly sweep the bugs into a drawer, my movements smooth and deliberate. I smooth out my shirt, force the tension out of my jaw, and sit on the edge of the bed. I slump my shoulders just enough to look defeated, just enough to look like the wounded bird he wants me to be.The door opens. Liam stands there,

The air in the boardroom is so thin it feels like I am breathing glass.I sit at the head of the long, polished mahogany table, the wood cold against my palms. My hands are folded over my stomach, shielding the small, hard bump that has become my only compass. Liam is standing in the shadows by the glass wall, arms crossed, his silhouette a constant, looming pressure. He thinks I am broken. He thinks the trauma of last night, the bullets, and the shadows have left me too brittle to hold my own weight.He has no idea that the knife is already buried in his back."Aiden, you look exhausted," Julian, the chairman, says from the far end of the table. He leans forward, his gold cufflinks catching the morning sun. "Are you sure you shouldn't have stayed home? You look like you haven't slept in a week."I force a smile, feeling the stretch of skin across my cheekbones. "I appreciate the concern, Julian. Really. But there are things that need to be said.""We can handle the quarterly review,"