All Chapters of Unexpected pregnancy with Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Olivia’s POV The night had crept in, quieter than I had anticipated. I found myself standing in front of Ryan’s room again, much like the night before. The faint glow of the moon filtered through the partially drawn curtains, casting a soft light over the space. My heart thumped a little faster, unsure of what to expect as I pushed the door open.Emma was there, seated by the corner of the room, surveying it after she just arranged the bed, looking up at me with a sly smile. “Oh, you’re back,” she said, her tone laced with amusement. “I figured you two had a fight or something. That’s why you’ve been sleeping apart.”I froze, unsure of how to respond. “A fight?” I thought that she seemed to misunderstand our relationship.But I was about to correct her—tell her that we didn’t have a fight, that we simply slept in separate rooms—before I could, Emma reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of perfume.“For later,” she said, handing it to me with a wide grin. “To make sure toni

Olivia's POV I stared at her, smiling. “So, Layla. How have you been?”She returned the smile, her small hands holding mine tightly. “I’m okay now. The nurses are nice. They let me paint and do puzzles. I even have new friends!” Her voice bubbled with joy.“That’s great, Layla. I missed you so much.”She grabbed my hand and led me to the bench where we sat down together. The soft creak of the bench under us was the only sound in the quiet space. I watched as Layla smoothed her dress and crossed her legs, her movements graceful, as if she carried the world on her small shoulders but didn’t let it show.“How have you been feeling?” I asked softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.Layla tilted her head, thinking. “Better. The other kids play with me. They don’t mind that I… well, that I had to come here.” Her voice faltered briefly.“You’re brave, Layla,” I whispered, brushing a kiss onto her forehead.She smiled, bright and unwavering. “I have to be, like you.”My heart c

Olivia‘s POVRyan answered it with a sharp, commanding tone. “Who is this? And what do you want with Olivia?”The voice on the other end stuttered something incoherent, but the book voice sounded somehow familiar to me. However, Ryan’s expression hardened. “Listen, if you think you can call and harass her, think again. She’s not alone, and she’s under my protection.”Without waiting for a response, he turned, his jaw tight with suppressed anger. “Cowards,” he muttered, rising to his feet. “I’ll deal with all of you.”As he stepped outside, the faint sound of his voice carried through the door, firm and unyielding. Meanwhile, I sat there, my mind spinning.I sighed, my fingers brushing over the spot where his hand had held mine. The memory of his touch lingered, warm and reassuring. And yet, the almost-kiss replayed in my head, making my heart pound.I leaned back, closing my eyes as the weight of everything settled over me. Whatever was brewing between Ryan and me, it wasn’t simple. A

Olivia’s POVThe house felt emptier than usual when Zara left a while after we arrived. Her presence had been a temporary distraction, but as the door clicked shut behind her, the silence enveloped me. The weight of Grandpa Ethan's death settled on me like a suffocating fog.I sank onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. Memories surged unbidden—his laughter, the way he ruffled my hair, the kindness in his weathered eyes. My heart clenched, and the walls of the room seemed to close in.By late evening, I heard the familiar sound of Ryan’s car pulling into the driveway. I didn’t move, and moments later, the bedroom door creaked open."Olivia?" His deep voice carried a mix of concern and hesitation.Emma must have told him about my sour mood since I returned home.He stepped closer, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed. "What happened?"The question broke through the dam I’d been holding all evening. I took a shaky breath. "Grandpa Ethan… he’s gone," I whispered, my voice ba

Olivia POVThe room was dimly lit with just the bedside lamps and the faint glow of the moon streaming through the cracks in the heavy curtains. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, but I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling with fragments of the case.Ryan lay beside me, his breathing steady, a sure sign he’d drifted into sleep. I envied his ability to shut out the world, especially tonight. The library’s newspapers had yielded nothing useful—just vague reports with no real detail, no answers to the nagging questions in my head.My gaze shifted to him, his face serene in the faint light. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, and a small crease lingered between his brows, as though even in sleep, he couldn’t quite let go of his thoughts. For a moment, I let myself admire him. He looked peaceful, unburdened. It was a side of him I rarely saw, and it tugged at something deep inside me.But the weight of the unsolved case pressed harder on my chest. With a