All Chapters of Claimed By The Triplet Alphas : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Hello readers, The following parts are a continuation of Claimed by the Alpha Triplets. It shows Camilla's POV and her pregnancy journey. Enjoy! Camilla I gazed down at the test strips lying on the bathroom counter. The two pink lines seemed to mock me, confirming my darkest fears.I was pregnant.This news was worse than a death sentence. The small bathroom space closed in on me, suffocating me like a claustrophobic nightmare.A scream lodged in my throat, building and rising until it exploded through my mouth. My chest ached with an unbearable pain that felt as if someone had ripped apart my heart.As a highly sought-after escort girl at the pack's brothel, I had committed a grave offense by falling in love with Ziah and allowing him to impregnate me. I broke the establishment rules and feared that I would lose my status, my home, and my means of survival.“How could you get so carried away?” Olivia, my best friend and one of the call girls, cried out and lifted my trembling body

CamillaGrandma Zora was an angel sent from the goddess above. She was blessing to my life and my unborn baby. Today marked two months since I was thrown out of the brothel like a thief. Grandma surrounded me with kindness and warmth.Despite her initial hesitation, she took pity on me, knowing how difficult it was for an Omega to carry an Alpha pregnancy."No seed of mine will end up a bastard. Not while I'm alive," she had said after welcoming me into her home. "The boys are not here, but you can stay with me while we try to figure out something."Ziah and his brothers had just graduated from the university, and we expected them to be home anytime soon. My heart tugged with fear, knowing that I'd be dumped like a hot potato.My consolation was his grandmother. She was a matriarch, and Ziah respected her. Her gesture of welcoming me with open arms was more than enough. "You're family now," she would always say. "We take care of our own."On a hot Saturday afternoon, I was drifting t

CamillaI found a perfect opportunity to be alone with Ziah when I caught him on the terrace, staring at the sky and lost in thought. Since he decided to be unnecessarily rude and distant toward me, this was a chance for us to talk about our child's future. I was nervous, but I mustered up the courage to approach him. I hadn't even taken several steps closer when Ziah turned around, and our gazes met. Instead of growing angry or defensive, I noticed that his chin dipped down, and he looked away. Was that guilt I was seeing?He remained quiet for a while, then asked gruffly, "What are you doing awake at this time?"I stared at the sky, loving the splendor and the stars. "I couldn't sleep," I explained to him. "I usually feel very uncomfortable around midnight, but after walking for a bit, I get better and then go back to sleep." Ziah couldn't meet my gaze. This was a fucking improvement. I could sense his guilt for causing me pain because how could two people be involved in an activ

Camilla The hospital's automatic door opened, and Ziah stepped aside to let me enter first. Our bodies touched briefly, and I felt a yearning in the deepest part of my soul that made my heart race faster. That brief contact sparked a physical response that I couldn't deny. I wanted more. Ziah was fucking handsome and captivating, yet also extremely infuriating. I needed to grow a spine and show him that I could stand on my own and wasn't some love-sick puppy. "Come on, hurry," he snapped while glancing at his watch. "I don't have all day." His words and actions hurt, but what could I do?"Yeah," I said, pretending to be absent-minded. His face softened, and I felt his raking gaze but ignored him.Inside, I was struggling. It was hard to let go of the love and longing I had for him, but we needed to remain civil for the baby's sake. We would co-parent our child, because I would never, ever prevent him from seeing his child. All I needed to do was let go of this madness called lov

Ziah's POVI was overcome with a strange, uncomfortable jealousy as I watched my brother, Zeke, chatting and laughing with Camilla. It was odd because I had no doubts about Zeke's loyalty to Vespa, but the easy way they interacted made me realize that anything was possible, and I would never be at ease seeing the mother of my child with my brother.Previously, I had been quietly observing Camilla from the kitchen window. She was in the garden, singing with a voice that astonished me. I had no idea she possessed such a remarkable talent, and it made me wonder why she didn't pursue singing instead of working as a call girl.She had what it took to succeed in the music industry. Hearing her now sing with Zeke sparked mixed emotions in me, and I had no idea why I was jealous. I had turned down the girl for Vespa, so why was I burning with a desire to protect her from the gaze of other men, particularly that pie-faced doctor, George?Her voice blended harmoniously with Zeke's guitar. No dou