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 5
BRAHAM'S POV
"Millie-Rose..."
I heard myself murmur her name as I stirred from unconsciousness. My voice was hoarse, cracked, like I'd clawed it out of a dream I didn't want to leave.
I touched her side of the bed and she wasn't there, the feeling of emptiness filled me with fear and I immediately opened my eyes to see she really wasn't there.
Then it hit me.
She was gone.
First things first, I was a fucking idiot.
I blinked once. Twice. The bed beside me was cold. Empty.
A deep, soul-cringing humiliation festered in my chest. My stomach turned. My skin itched with regret. Rage.
What the hell had I done?
Why did I bring her to a hotel?
Why did I make love to her like a man possessed...like I was drunk on her, desperate for her?
Oh, that's right. Because I was.
Drunk as shit. Out of my goddamn mind.
But booze wasn't the only reason. No, that'd be too convenient.
I wanted her.
She wasn't just a warm body to fuck and forget. She was a storm I had willingly walked into... no raincoat, no armor.
The sex wasn't empty. It was... blistering. Addictive. We didn't just connect; we combusted. Her moans still echoed in my ears like a fucking curse. The scratch marks on my back were still fresh... physical proof that it wasn't some fever dream.
And now, she was gone.
I sat up abruptly, my heart thundering. Her scent had vanished from the room. No perfume. No lipstick stains on the glass. No hair on the pillow. Just... nothing.
Like she had never existed.
Maybe she was in the bathroom.
I pushed off the sheets and strode across the suite, flinging the bathroom door open and froze.
Empty. Cold. Clean. Not a single sign of her presence.
My jaw clenched.
"Vorn," my wolf whined inside me.
He felt it too. The loss. The confusion. The insult.
No.
She left.
No note. No goodbye. Just vanished.
I grabbed the hotel's landline and jabbed the call button.
"Good morning, Alpha Braham. How may I help you?" chirped the receptionist.
Her cheery tone made me want to punch something.
"The girl," I growled. "Did anyone see her leave?"
"Which girl, Sir?"
"The one I checked in with," I snapped, my patience running thin.
"Oh! You mean the slut from last night?"
I Snapped.
The growl that tore out of my throat was instant, primal.
"She's not a slut," I said through clenched teeth. "And yes. That girl. Millie-Rose."
"I didn't see her, Sir," she said, clearly unbothered. "But I'll ask around. If anyone saw her leave, I'll let you know."
I slammed the receiver down and ran a hand through my hair, breathing hard.
A fucking mess. That's what I was.
I stumbled into the bathroom, turned the shower knob to cold, and stood beneath the freezing spray.
The water hit me like knives. Sharp. Unforgiving.
I welcomed the sting.
Because beneath it, I could still feel her. Her fingers on my chest, her legs wrapped around me, the way she whispered my name like it was a goddamn prayer.
Why did she leave?
Why sneak out before dawn like some guilty mistress?
If it was just sex, she should've said so. If it meant nothing, she could've made that clear.
But no. She kissed me like she needed me. Touched me like I was the only man she'd ever wanted.
So why disappear?
Unless...
She regretted it.
The thought hit harder than I expected.
Regret.
Did she look at me afterward and hate herself?
Was I just another mistake in her life?
Fuck.
I stepped out of the shower, dripping and raw, and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
I didn't recognize the man staring back at me.
Was this what I'd become in less than twenty-four hours? That desperate? That broken?
But no matter what she thought, one truth remained:
She was pregnant. With my child.
Which meant she was mine, whether she liked it or not.
And she sure as hell wasn't going to vanish into thin air.
I dressed quickly and called my Beta.
Renan picked up on the second ring. "Yo. What's up?" His usual carefree tone came.
"You. Down here. Now. Ten minutes. Bring backup."
A pause.
"What happened?" he asked, voice sharpening.
"I'll explain when you get here."
I hung up.
No time for explanations.
No time for shame.
Just action.
I poured myself a shot from last night's tequila bottle. The burn grounded me.
Women.
The one goddamn thing I could never control.
First Jasmine... sweet, pure, my chosen Luna in the absence of a fated mate. She turned out to be a snake, sleeping with my rival, feeding him information about my pack's weaknesses. I exiled her without a second thought.
But the void she left never closed.
After that, I turned to logic.
If fate wouldn't give me a mate, I'd create my own destiny.
Surrogacy made sense. Cold. Clinical. Safe.
But that didn't go as planned either.
The hospital back home failed me. The women got clingy. Obsessed. Even the so-called nurses.
So, I crossed the country, came here to the human cities where anyone would barely recognize me. I asked for a werewolf surrogate. Strong. Quiet. Efficient.
So how the fuck did my seed end up inside an innocent girl without her consent?
A human?
Someone was going to pay for this.
The intercom buzzed.
"She left, Sir," the receptionist said. "A staff member saw her slip out around dawn. She ran. Looking upset."
My heart did something strange.
Tightened.
Twisted.
Cracked.
"Did she... steal anything?" the receptionist asked cautiously.
Yeah. My sanity. My peace of mind.
"No," I muttered, and dropped the line.
My hand curled around the shot glass.
Crack.
It shattered in my fist.
Blood dripped down my fingers.
"Shit!" Renan cursed, suddenly beside me. "Easy, man."
I hadn't even heard him come in.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, stepping around the broken glass.
"I need you to find someone."
"Let me guess. Millie-Rose?"
I whipped around. "How do you know that name?"
He smirked. "The Receptionist. She talks too much. Said you brought in Millie-Rose Harvey. Big-deal human actress, apparently."
I blinked. What?
That was Millie-Rose Harvey?
The famous actress with a spotless record I heard of once or twice?
No scandals. No men. No public drama.
And now... pregnant. With my child?
My mouth went dry.
She wasn't just running from me. She was running from everything. Her career. Her reputation. The life she'd built.
"And she's trending right now," Renan added, handing me his phone.
The screen was already open to a blog headline.
"Millie-Rose Harvey Caught In Love Triangle Scandal... Cheating? Pregnant?!"
Countless numbers of comments. Photos. Theories.
People were tearing her apart.
"She left in a rush, probably trying to avoid the media circus," Renan said.
I clenched my jaw.
"She's carrying my child," I said quietly. "Find her. Today."
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7.2
Title- A Name Without A Past
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.