All Chapters of The Lost Alphas Daughter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I had a procedure to remove the baby, and after three days of tests, observations, and taking blood, I was finally ready to leave. My mind wandered to the handsome stranger I had met that fateful night. I was so sure it had been real, but after all my time in the hospital, it felt like a distant dream. Even my wolf couldn’t be sure anymore.Everyone kept telling me I had fallen, the impact jarring the baby. As a result, when I walked home... well, I know how it ended. Braden helped me shower at the hospital. His touches were soothing and gentle as he helped me wash my hair and bathe. He was so kind that I felt tears well up as the hot spray warmed my back. I had wanted to give him a child more than anything. He would never say it, but I felt as if I had disappointed him somehow. Despite his care, I found his touch distant. When he turned me to face him, he looked detached."It's probably his own way of coping with the loss," I thought. Everyone responds differently. Maybe he’ll feel b

When I arrived back at the house, it was dark. The eerie quietness of the large home greeted me, the grand halls and high ceilings making it feel even more empty. I took a deep breath, my heels clicking against the stone floor as I made my way inside.Braden’s office door was shut, a thin line of light glowing from underneath. I paused, wondering if I should knock or if it was better to give him more space. The memory of his distant touch in the hospital played in my mind, and my chest tightened. I hadn’t felt connected to him since we lost the baby, but I also hadn’t really tried to break through the wall he’d built around himself.Steeling my nerves, I approached the door and knocked lightly.“Come in,” his voice called out, muffled but firm.I pushed the door open to find him sitting at his desk, papers scattered around him, his laptop open and glowing on the surface. He glanced up briefly, his eyes tired but composed.“You’re back,” he said, not unkindly, but not warmly either.“Y

Unable to stay in the house a minute longer, both for shame and for something else I don’t want to think about in too much detail, I’m grateful when I hear my phone beep. It’s Gaia, asking if I can help her with the kids at the orphanage as she’s not feeling well. I quickly send her a message, checking if she’s okay. She replies that she’s fine, just going for some checkups because she thinks she might be pregnant. A pang shoots through my chest at her words, but I manage to wish her congratulations.Even nearly a month later, I’m still struggling to cope with the loss. Although, it feels like I lost more than just the baby that day.Pushing away the dark thoughts, I quickly dress, ensuring I look presentable. A white shirt, tailored slacks, my hair pinned up, and my signature red lipstick. I look like me, but as I gaze in the mirror, I wonder when I’ll feel like myself again.Descending the old, creaky stairs, I hover near Braden’s closed office door. My hand rises to knock, tempted

When I arrive at the orphanage, the noise and chaos hit me immediately, but it’s a welcome distraction. Sia waves at me as I step inside, a warm smile on her face.“Glad to have you back,” she says, passing me a clipboard. “We’ve got a lot of little ones to care for today.”I nod, slipping into the familiar routine. As I feed, change, and play with the children, the ache in my chest begins to dull. There’s something soothing about caring for them, their innocent faces oblivious to the turmoil I’m going through. I focus on their needs, on the simple tasks that keep my mind from spiralling into darker places.At some point, Gaia appears. She looks a little pale, her long blonde hair tied in a messy bun and even her clothes look less chic than normal, but she smiles when she sees me, her entire face lighting up. “Hey, thanks for helping out again,” she whispers. I stare blankly at her for a moment … is she really going to pretend that she didn’t do anything wrong? She doesn’t know I caug

"Why are you sitting in the dark?" His voice is calm, too calm, as he flicks the light switch. The sudden brightness stings my eyes, forcing me to blink. Braden stands motionless for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the scene in front of him. I’ve never gone through his things before, and though this must seem strange, he doesn’t look surprised.The silence between us stretches, thick and suffocating. My throat tightens, bobbing as I summon the courage to ask the one question burning in my mind, but fear keeps the words stuck inside me. My heart thuds against my ribs as I study his face—those sharp blue eyes, the strong jawline that twitches, but otherwise betrays nothing. I think I see something flicker across his face. Guilt?A weight sinks into my stomach, heavier than I expected. His expression, that brief hesitation, is almost confirmation enough. The unthinkable—something I never thought possible—suddenly seems real. Yet, even with the evidence staring me in the face, I find mys