All Chapters of Alpha Bait: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to quiet the storm inside my head. The small dorm room felt suffocating, and the constant churn of nausea kept me rooted in place. The pregnancy felt like it was consuming me. The secret ate at me, and no matter how much I tried to distract myself, Conrad's face wouldn't leave my mind. It was like he had imprinted himself there or something.I was supposed to go to class, but the thought of sitting through lectures while my stomach twisted was unbearable. Exhaustion weighed me down, and before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.When I woke, it was mid-afternoon. I had missed my class. The clock on my phone mocked me, reminding me of the hours I had lost. As did the 25 messages from Drake and Kha. My stomach tightened not just from missing class but from the growing frustration that everything felt out of my control again already. I sat up slowly, the nausea threatening to return, trying to gather myself.A knock on my door jarred me.

As we walked back toward the dorms, I kept my distance from Conrad. He seemed unaffected, while I struggled with the growing pressure. The quiet night was broken only by the thumping music coming from the building ahead. The bass grew louder, each beat pulling me back to the mess I'd just left behind.Conrad picked up on the sound as well. "They're a disaster," he observed.I let out a sharp laugh. "They are because of me, and this baby."He glanced at me, his attention shifting. "Do you know who the father is?"I shook my head, feeling the uncertainty tighten around me. He placed a hand on my back, but instead of comfort, it made me more uneasy."I'm sorry, that's got to be tough," he added.I stepped away from his touch. "I'm not nauseated anymore. I don't need your help."He didn't back off. "I wasn't aiming to upset you. I just want to support you. You shouldn't have to handle this on your own."I studied him, searching for a reason to distrust him. But his offer seemed genuine,

DRAKE I left the room, my mind tangled in a mess of thoughts that wouldn't settle. Every step down the hall felt heavy like I was trudging through thick mud, but staying in my room was impossible. It was suffocating in there, too quiet, too empty. I needed to move, to do something that would help me make sense of this chaos. The door clicked shut behind me as I left, and I headed toward the RA's room. "What room is Conrad Ford in?" I demanded, barely holding it together. The RA barely looked up, but his expression said enough. "Second floor, directly above yours," they muttered, probably wondering why I cared. Of course it was. I clenched my fists at my sides as I turned on my heel. Conrad's decision to place himself above me wasn't a coincidence. It was a deliberate move, one meant to taunt me, to assert some twisted dominance. Each step toward Ford's room added fuel to the fire raging inside me. By the time I reached his door, I was on the edge, ready to explode. The door swu

KHA Stepping onto the field, I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that came with practice. Football was one of the few things that allowed me to let loose, to release the aggression that constantly threatened to consume me. Out here, I didn't have to hold back.I could plow through anyone in my way, and it was expected, even encouraged. But today, there was something else, something that made it hard to focus.Conrad fucking Ford.I couldn't stand the guy. He was too calm, too composed, even though he was an Alpha like Drake and me. It was that witch blood running through his veins, making him unnervingly balanced, even when he had every reason to be pissed off. Eve had pointed it out once, saying he was more like her than either Drake or I could ever be. And damn it, she was right. That just made me hate him more.We'd been running drills for a while, and I was pushing myself harder with each play. I loved the impact, the way my body collided with others, the raw power of it a

EVE Physics was supposed to be the easy part of my day, but lately, even sitting through a lecture felt like a monumental task. The room spun slightly as I tried to focus on the equations on the board. The nausea was back, creeping up on me with a vengeance. I had popped my last lemon drop about twenty minutes ago, and the temporary relief it provided was fading fast.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the queasiness grow stronger with each passing minute. I wasn't going to make it through the rest of the lecture.No way. I quickly stood up, drawing a few curious glances from the other students. Turning to Marissa, I whispered, "Can you bring my stuff? I need to go."Marissa nodded, her eyes wide with understanding. She knew I was pregnant. I had told her earlier when I realized there was no hiding it anymore. I didn't wait for her response, bolting from the room as quickly as I could without drawing more attention to myself. But I wasn't fast enough. The nausea overflowe