PREGNANT FOR THE ALPHA I NEVER MET
Millie-Rose lost everything she'd worked for since the age of four in a single day; her career, her reputation, and the life she was about to marry into, when a test revealed she was pregnant... despite never being touched all her life.
Scandal followed. Betrayal cut deep. And running became her only chance at survival.
But there's one truth she can't outrun: the child she carries belongs to Alpha Braham, a werewolf king with power, patience, and a claim she never agreed to.
She escaped the world.
She rebuilt her life.
But how will she escape him?
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Chapter 2
MILLIE-ROSE'S POV
What's going on here? The question echoed in my head like a sick joke.
What's going on? Seriously? Millie-Rose?
It was glaringly obvious. I just caught my fiancé...the man I was supposed to marry tomorrow...in bed with my stepsister.
And not just any bed. His bed. Our future bed.
"Fuck!" Silas cursed, leaping off her like the bed had caught fire. He fumbled with the blanket, trying and failing miserably to cover his shame.
Meanwhile, Martha lay there unbothered. Completely naked. Her flushed skin was still humming from their session. Disheveled hair. Wrinkled sheets. The smugness on her face made me want to scream.
I stood there frozen, trying to blink the betrayal away. My heart felt like it had been yanked out, shredded, and shoved back in with broken glass.
My boyfriend and my stepsister.
A plot twist so cruel, even the movies I'd starred in wouldn't dare write it.
"Don't you know how to fucking knock?!" Silas snapped.
My stomach turned. Was that really his reaction?
Not "I'm sorry." Not "This isn't what it looks like." But me being the problem?
I stared at him, jaw slack, the words trapped in my throat. My lips parted, then closed. Then parted again. I looked like a goldfish choking on air.
I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.
The tears came first. Slow. Hot. Silent. Then the short gasps followed-like my lungs had forgotten how to function. My fingers clutched my chest, trying to calm the panic building there.
"Is... is that all you've got to say to me?" My voice barely made it out. It cracked. Pathetic. Weak.
Martha laughed lightly. Then lit a cigarette.
Was I invisible to her? Just another audience member to her twisted theater?
"What do you want me to say?" Silas shrugged, running a hand through his hair, still catching his breath like I wasn't standing there shattering. "You caught me. That should be enough reason to call off the wedding."
"Wh...what?" My voice cracked again. "What are you talking about?"
Nothing made sense. Not the man in front of me. Not this betrayal. Silas wasn't like this. He was patient. Gentle. He respected my boundaries.
He was the one who suggested waiting until our wedding night after I told him my mom's wish. Who was this cold stranger?
"Would you still wanna marry me after this?" he asked, coldly. "I mean, come on. You're not that stupid, are you?"
My breath hitched.
The conversation from the agency came flooding back.
He doesn't love her... He's only marrying her for the inheritance...
And now, it seemed like he didn't want to marry me at all.
Martha passed him the cigarette. He took a puff like it was routine. My eyes widened.
Silas never drank. Never smoked. Or so he claimed.
Who the hell had I been dating?
"Why do you look so shocked, sister?" Martha asked, slinking closer to him, running her fingers down his chest. "You thought you bagged yourself a decent man, huh?"
I thought I had.
But all I could do now was stand there, crying, trembling, and trying not to pass out.
Martha smiled, her tone turning wicked. "Right now, I bet you feel betrayed. That's good," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Because that's exactly how he felt when he found out you're pregnant... for another man."
Time. Stopped.
Her words echoed louder than my heartbeat.
Pregnant?
I stood frozen. Numb. Barely blinking. Then the air caught in my throat and I gasped like I'd been punched in the chest.
-Breathe, Millierose.-
Then, I laughed.
I laughed so hard I could barely breathe. It came out sharp and disjointed. Not funny, but hysterical.
"You're insane, Martha." I wiped the tears from my eyes. "That's the best joke I've heard all year."
I expected her to roll her eyes. But instead, her smile stretched wider.
"Laugh all you want," she said. "Doesn't change the fact that you're a cheating little whore."
My jaw dropped.
"What are you even saying?! I've never slept with anyone! I'm a damned virgin, you twisted-"
"Sure, keep saying that," she interrupted, flicking ash onto the floor. "But that won't change the test results."
My eyes darted to Silas. He still said nothing. No defense. No denial. Just sitting there like all this made sense.
"You know I'm a virgin," I turned to him. "You know that, Silas. Why aren't you saying anything?"
He shrugged again. "You sure about that?"
I nearly screamed.
Was he really asking me that?
Was this a nightmare? Had I passed out and my brain decided to torture me?
"You should be thankful you're my sister," Martha said smugly. "That's the only reason I haven't told the world. But push me, and your career will be finished before you can say cover girl."
That did it.
Messing with my heart? One thing. Messing with my future? My career? Hell no.
"Let's take a test then," I challenged, voice steady despite the tremble in my hands. "If I'm pregnant, I want to see it for myself."
"Great," she said, smug as ever. "Let's go to Dr. Saint right now."
****
"Congratulations, Ms. Millie-rose Harvey," Dr. Saint said softly, avoiding my eyes. "You're seven weeks pregnant."
Did he just say, "congratulations?" What was he congratulating me for?
The room spun. I didn't breathe. I couldn't.
Laughter spilled from Martha. Loud. Victorious. Ugly.
I gripped my dress, knuckles turning white, as I tried to stay upright. My throat burned with the scream I was holding back.
"H-how...? I've never had..." My voice broke.
My world was crumbling and I didn't have a single tool to stop it.
"I guess you're Virgin Mary now," Martha said. "Except, you know... cheaper." She scoffed, "Virgin Millie."
Dr. Saint tried to soften the blow. "It's possible you were drugged, Millierose. Maybe you don't remember..."
"Or she's just a sneaky bitch trying to trap me," Silas spat.
That was it.
"No. This is wrong," I gasped. "There has to be a mistake. This isn't possible."
"I assure you, the results are accurate," Dr. Saint said gently.
I wasn't listening anymore.
I snatched my bag. "I'll get tested somewhere else. A real hospital."
Doctor Saint's jaw twitched.
Good.
I turned to leave, heart pounding and vision blurry...only to stop dead in my tracks when the door opened.
First, a nurse walked in.
And then him.
Tall. Intimidating. Broad shoulders draped in a brown fur coat that kissed his sculpted physique just right. Veins crawling up his hands like a living sculpture. Perfectly chiseled face framed by long black curls slicked back. Cold grey eyes. Trimmed beard. Towering presence.
He didn't speak, but the room shifted around him like gravity bowed in his favor.
My lungs forgot how to function.
Then-he looked at me. A full-body sweep of disgust and scrutiny. His upper lip twitched in a snort.
"Please tell me she's not the one carrying my child."
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7.2
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Author- Abraham Tejiri Onojighofia
Genre: Psychological Suspense Romance / Crime Thriller
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Larry awakens in an abandoned hospital with no name, no past, and no memories-except one. A woman's face. Her voice. Her presence. The single image floating in the hollow wreckage of his mind is so sharp, so undeniable, that he knows she matters. He doesn't know who he is, but he knows he must find her.
Moments after he escapes the hospital, someone tries to kill him.
Driven by instinct and the one memory he trusts, Larry follows the fragment of recognition until it leads him to Ella Morgan, a composed and fiercely intelligent homicide detective. But instead of relief, he's met with confusion. Ella has never seen him before. According to her, he is a stranger.
But danger arrives before either of them can walk away.
A sudden attack convinces Ella that Larry is not lying-someone wants him dead. And the attempt on his life mirrors the recent string of unsolved murders she is investigating. Against policy and against her better judgment, Ella takes him under temporary protection. Immediately, unsettling cracks begin to appear in her certainty.
Larry recognizes places connected to the case.
He reacts to threats with a trained instinct he can't explain.
And his fragmented flashbacks seem tied to secrets Ella wasn't supposed to uncover.
As they race to piece together his missing identity, a darker truth begins to emerge. Larry's amnesia is no accident. Evidence points to a covert operation, a covered-up crime, and powerful enemies determined to bury the truth permanently. His erased memory may hold the key to a conspiracy that reaches into the police force, the city's elite-and Ella's own past.
With each step closer to the truth, the connection between them deepens. Larry feels drawn to her with an unshakable certainty that defies logic, while Ella fights the pull of a man who may be the missing link to her most dangerous case yet.
But as Larry's memories begin to return, so does a chilling realization:
Ella wasn't just a face in his mind. She was the last person he tried to protect before everything went dark.
Now, the enemies hunting Larry have turned their sights on her.
In a deadly race against a faceless adversary, Larry and Ella must unravel the past he's forgotten before it destroys them both. Because the silence Larry woke up with isn't empty-it's hiding a witness, a secret, and a truth someone is willing to kill to keep buried.
And the closer the truth gets, the more dangerous remembering becomes.
7.7
Bella arrived New York City with ambitions, goals and desperate hunger to escape poverty. Raised by her single poor mother along side beloved sister Emily, Bella believed the only way to succeed and save her family from the ruthless hands of poverty was education.
After countless denial and rejection letters, she finally gained admission into one of the most prestigious universities in the country. What she doesn't realize is that stepping foot into that campus would pull her into a dangerous world of obsession, wealth, and power She never knew existed.
Benson Vale is everything Bella despised, Arrogant, untouchable and born into privilege.
As the heir to a billionaire empire, Benson is being forced to get married in order to acquire his inheritance something he dreaded with passion, but Bella crashed into his life and his tightly controlled world starts to unravel.
Lurking in the background is Angella Browns, Benson's childhood friend and the campus self proclaimed queen bee. Obsessed and possessive Angella would do whatever it takes to keep Benson all to herself even if it meant destroying Bella's life to pieces.
When tragedy strikes and secrets begins to unfold, Bella and Bensons relationship are bounded together by a dangerous DEAL - one that could either save or destroy them both.
As danger draws closer Bella must not only fight for justice but also uncover the truth behind her sisters death and choose Whether love was meant to survive in a world filled with Wealth, Power, and betrayal.
It was never meant to be love until fate made them collide.
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
7.2
Aria was born with a fire in her soul a mysterious ember that hums with a power even she cannot control. Ordinary life was never meant for her, but when shadowed creatures rise from the Veiled Realm, kingdoms teeter on the edge of war, and an ancient prophecy stirs from the depths of forgotten magic, Aria discovers that her gift may be the only thing standing between life and annihilation.
As she struggles to master her abilities, Aria is thrust into a world of ruthless warlords, cunning sorcerers, and dark beasts that hunt from the shadows. Every ally she meets could be a traitor, every enemy may hold a secret, and every choice she makes carries the weight of a realm cloaked in mystery and danger.
Amid the chaos, a forbidden bond ignites with a warrior whose strength matches her own, a connection that could either become her greatest strength or her deadliest weakness. As love, betrayal, and destiny collide, Aria must confront the shadows of her past, embrace the power within her, and decide whether she will rise as the savior of the Veiled Realm or fall and let it burn.
Embers will flare. Secrets will awaken. And one girl's courage will shape the fate of a hidden world forever.
8.5
To the Dark Moon Pack, I wasn't just invisible; I was a stain. Dean Lee, the Alpha designed for my soul, treated me like a shameful secret while he paraded his mistress, Karina, in red silk.
The night of the Charity Auction, Dean bought my late mother's moonstone pendant—the only thing I had left of her—for a hundred thousand dollars.
I begged him for it. Instead, he clasped it around Karina's ankle.
With a cruel laugh, Karina stomped her stiletto heel, crushing the moonstone into dust. Dean just watched, his eyes cold and unfeeling.
"It was just a cheap rock," he said. "I'll buy you diamonds."
But the cruelty didn't stop at emotional torture. When rogues attacked, Dean used me as live bait to distract them from Karina.
He threw me into the Blood Pit, a gladiator arena, to fight a massive Feral wolf while he sat in the VIP box with Karina on his lap.
"She won't last three minutes," I heard him say through our dying bond.
He watched with bored detachment as I was ripped apart, refusing to save me even as I screamed his name. He saved the mistress and drowned the mate.
I died on that arena floor. Or so he thought.
Years later, the mysterious and world-renowned artist "H.Y." returned to New York for a gallery opening.
When Dean saw me on stage, he rushed forward, tears streaming down his face, trying to claim the wife he had mourned.
"Hayley," he choked out, reaching for me. "You're alive. You're mine."
I didn't cry. I didn't run.
I unleashed a shockwave of ancient White Wolf energy that blasted him across the room, shattering the glass displays.
"I don't take orders from dogs anymore," I said, looking down at him.
"I, Hayley York, hereby reject you."
7.0
They mocked him.
They humiliated him.
They thought he was just the worthless son-in-law who couldn't lift his head at the dinner table.
Leon Gray was invisible to everyone around him-his proud wife, his ruthless in-laws, the world that only measured worth by wealth and power. To them, he was nothing but a burden, a joke, a man doomed to live and die in obscurity.
But Leon had a secret.
Behind his silence was strength. Behind his shame was an empire no one dared to imagine. Every insult, every slap, every cruel laugh only fueled the system he carried within him-a mysterious force that rewarded his patience and built his hidden kingdom brick by brick.
The Collins family believed they had crushed him.
What they didn't know was that they had just created their greatest enemy.
Now the silent son-in-law is done waiting.
The tables are about to turn.
The man they trampled will rise-not as their equal, but as their ruler.
This is not just a tale of revenge.
This is the legend of the forgotten man who became untouchable.
The silent king.
The son-in-law who owns everything.