Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Baby Bargain: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Almara’s Pov “Before you say anything, there’s more,” Arthur says, his eyes excitedly searching mine though I have no idea what mine are conveying back.Arthur bought this house? Beneath the complete shock and awestruck beauty of the house is the nagging question of why he didn’t talk to me about this first. The old Arthur certainly wouldn’t have and would have done exactly this to swoon me- and it would’ve worked.The Arthur that’s devel

Almara’s Pov I shouldn’t have had that last vodka shot. Unfortunately, it’s too late now so I might as well go with it! Where is Arthur? I lean against a wall in the living room and try to think through that last shot. Why is the wall moving? Oh wait, that’s just me. I laugh at myself.Wow, I haven’t been drunk since . . . I don’t know. Where is Arthur? I count off the original guests in my head, this is how I’ve been checking in with myself. If I can recall the original guests and our last encounter then I&

Arthur’s PovDownstairs the kitchen is sparkling, you’d never guess there was a raging party here. “Thanks, Clarice,” I say to the maid who bows in respect as she passes by carrying a rag. “Did you bleach that one spot I told you about?” I ask, referring to the spot where Robert and that random girl were lusting over one another.“Yes, yes. All clean,” She responds and I nod a thank you. As uncool as it was for Robert to invite over my old friends without first talking to me or Almara, which of course would inevitably lead to more and more people finding out, it was a pretty fun party.Except for the part of Almara accusing me of something that I would absolutely never do. On one hand, it was pretty hot seeing her get jealous and protective, something primal in me got stirred. But on the other hand, she has to know that I would never betray her like that.I reach up in the cabinet to grab the kettle. I guess I’ll have to prove to her that I'm better than she gives me credit for. Just

Author's PovI dig my claws into the ground and crouch down low. The cold slanted rain hits my back, dampening my fur, and through short hot exhales from my snout I can see my breath. Nothing else moves, no sign of life seems to exist anywhere on this barren land until something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye.By the scent, I know it’s Robert. “I told you to stay back,” I growl making sure to keep my voice as low as possible.“It’s time to move in deeper,” Robert says back. At least he has the common sense to keep his voice down.“As your Alpha, I’m giving an order,” I snap. Robert is only beta because my father turned him back into a werewolf when the petty attacks by the vampires kept persisting. He’s technically family and born into it.I only agreed for him to be beta because he was also once a vampire, he knows how their twisted minds work. Now that he’s full werewolf and the oldest, he thinks he should be the Alpha and after this war, I’ll fight him to the deat

Almara’s Pov“You’re going to be okay,” I tell the poor wolf being hurried off to the operating room, though I have no idea how he’s going to fair. This time, I’m not standing in the way or out of the way of the gurney- I’m the one pushing the wheels faster than they’re built for across the tiled floor.The solider groans in response. “Don’t,” I order him. “Save your energy, you’re going to have to fight if you want to stay alive,” I tell him. This is what we were instructed to tell the patients that come in here.If we can convince them all they have to do is exactly what they were just doing on the battlefield to save their life, their chances of survival double. Except this time, it’s not physical combat they’re doing, it’s a mental and emotional war they’re up against. Mind over matter.The solider closes his eyes and lets his body relax, despite the shakes and bumps of the flimsy cart that’s wheeling him. We burst through the doors leading to the operating room, I’ve stopped coun