All Chapters of Unexpected pregnancy with Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Olivia POV The sight of him froze me in place, my heart lurching painfully in my chest. Panic gripped me first, the kind that clawed at my throat and made my breaths come shallow. My father had no business being here—not in this camp, not in this life I was barely holding together. How had he found me? Who had let him in? This camp was designed to be impenetrable for outsiders.For a moment, confusion took over. The camp's layout was intricate and heavily guarded. He shouldn’t have known where to go, let alone how to find me. It didn’t make sense. But the answers didn’t matter right now. What mattered was the dangerous glint in his eyes, a mix of desperation and menace that I had learned to fear.“Well, well,” he said, his voice laced with contempt. “I already know what you’ve been up to, Olivia. Don’t think you can fool me. Word travels fast. Your sugar daddy must be paying you well to live like this.”“No—”“Don’t test my patience any longer, you wretch!” he snapped, his voice risi

Olivia’s POVThe noise of the party greeted us as the elevator doors slid open, a stark contrast to the silence we’d left behind. My heart had settled somewhat during the ride down, but with Alpha Ryan walking just ahead of me, my chest felt tight again. It wasn’t fear or anxiety—at least not the kind I could explain. It was… something else.As we stepped back into the ballroom, the ambient glow of chandeliers and the low hum of music wrapped around us. The crowd seemed livelier now, and laughter filled the air. Ryan didn’t say anything as we moved further in, his strides purposeful and confident.I followed, keeping a careful distance behind him. He was so close, yet I couldn’t help feeling the space between us. It was almost unbearable. Why did I feel like this? Why did I care so much?He paused to greet someone, his head inclined slightly, but his tone still carried that cold, polite authority. I stood back, pretending to adjust the cuff of my dress when I noticed them—two girls ma

Olivia’s POVI stared at the phone in my hand, heart pounding as the caller's rough voice sent a chill down my spine."Well, well, isn’t it the Omega piece of trash herself?" the man sneered. His tone was mocking, dripping with malice. "How does it feel, Olivia? Knowing you're just a mistake of your pathetic bloodline?"I froze, my knuckles whitening as I gripped the phone tighter."What—who is this?" My voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper.His laughter was low and sadistic. "Does it matter? Everyone knows what you are. A waste of space, a disgrace to your pack. Did you think you could just crawl into your shell and avoid this? Oh no, little Omega. We see you, and we're laughing."Tears stung my eyes, but I forced them back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break."You’re wrong," I managed to say, though my voice wavered.He only laughed harder. "Am I? Go check your social media. The truth is right there. Oh, and Olivia? Try not to cry too hard. It’s unbeco

Ryan's POVI watched Olivia, her face lighting up with every step she took. She ran her fingers over the books she came across with on the mantle, her eyes scanning the room like it held every answer she’d ever wanted. The way her lips parted in awe, the faint gasp when she spotted the glass doors overlooking the woods—it was like watching sunlight break through after a storm.And I couldn’t look away.A strange warmth settled in my chest, one I couldn’t quite place. Was it sympathy for everything she’d been through? Admiration for how she carried herself despite it all? Or was it something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to name yet?I leaned against the doorway, crossing my arms as my gaze lingered on her. Olivia was… special. Different. But with every moment, the lines between sympathy and something more were blurring, and it was getting harder to convince myself otherwise.Yesterday, I thought I had it all figured out. I thought keeping my distance was the right thing to do—for h

Olivia’s POVRyan looked intrigued. “Really?"Stephanie nodded, her expression turning uncharacteristically serious. “Yes. It’s because the child felt the environment he was living in wasn’t safe. So, he called out to his father, in sleep, asking for protection—for both himself and his mother.”My hand instinctively moved to rest on my stomach, a wave of wonder and disbelief washing over me. I glanced at Ryan, who stood frozen, his usual composure cracking just a little.“You’re saying…” Ryan’s voice was steady, but there was an edge of disbelief to it, “that my child—our child—called to me? In his sleep?”Stephanie nodded again. “It’s rare, incredibly rare. But it’s a sign that this baby is special. Not just any unborn child can communicate like that, especially at such a young stage. It also means…” she paused, her eyes darting between the two of us, “that the bond between the three of you is already stronger than most.”Ryan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He look