All Chapters of Unexpected pregnancy with Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Olivia’s POVThe hearing had finally ended, and as the tension in the room dissipated, I turned to my friends, who had stood by me through every grueling second of it. Zara gave me a small, encouraging smile, her hand resting lightly on my arm. Benjamin looked relieved, his usual composed demeanor softening as he leaned against the wall.“Thank you,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how I could’ve faced all this without you two.”“Don’t even mention it,” Benjamin said, his expression firm. “You did the hard part, Olivia. You stood your ground.”“And you crushed it,” Lydia added, her voice bright with pride. “Seriously, I think I’ve got a girl crush on you now.”I laughed, the sound surprising me after such a stressful day. “You’re ridiculous, Lydia.”“You love me for it,” she said with a wink.“But she loves me more," Zara chipped, feigning jealousness and we all laughed.We walked out of the hearing hall together, their presence a reassuring weight on either side of

Ryan’s POVIt had been one of those days that stretched far too long, even though I’d left the office early. The weight of decisions, responsibilities, and the perpetual juggling act of leadership pressed against my shoulders. My car door clicked shut with a heavy finality as I stepped out into the driveway, the crisp evening air doing little to lighten my mood.I walked toward the house, the familiar sound of gravel crunching under my boots grounding me momentarily. Just as I reached for the door handle, a flicker of movement caught my eye through the transparent garden door. My steps faltered, my eyes narrowing instinctively.There, under the sprawling oak tree, was Olivia.She was asleep, her body curled up on the soft grass, a book lying forgotten beside her. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting delicate patterns on her face. Her ash-blonde hair glimmered with streaks of gold, scattered haphazardly across her flushed cheeks. Her lashes, long and dark, rested sof

Olivia POVThe lingerie felt impossibly delicate in my hands, its silk threads slipping between my fingers like water. Holding it up at arm’s length, I caught my reflection in the mirror—a wide-eyed woman who barely recognized the boldness of the garment she held.Under the soft glow of the fluorescent, the lingerie shimmered, its intricacies almost daring me to wear it. I bit my lip, hesitating. “What am I even doing?” The words barely escaped my lips, a whisper against the deafening pulse in my ears.The question barely formed before Celia’s image surfaced in my mind—poised, effortless, the kind of woman who knew exactly how to wield something like this. The kind of woman Ryan laughed with, noticed.Not that I wanted to be her. I just… wanted to be seen by Ryan in another way.With a deep breath, I stood, the cold floor grounding me. I stared at my reflection. My damp hair clung to my flushed cheeks, the nervous energy in my eyes betraying me. “You can do this,” I whispered, thoug

Emily's POVThe night seemed to bite into my skin, cold and unrelenting. My fingers trembled as I threw down all the makeup on the vanity with a loud clatter. Lipsticks rolled off the edge, brushes scattered across the floor, but I didn’t care. I stared at my reflection, the fury in my eyes matching the storm in my chest.“Damn it!” I hissed, slamming my fists onto the table. “How could he? How could Matt betray me like that?”I could still see his smug face in court, publicly exposing my name—my name—as if he hadn’t been the one I’d helped! He dared to tell everyone I orchestrated the plan, leaving me utterly exposed. I clenched my jaw, my hands balling into fists.“And Olivia,” I spat her name like poison. My heart pounded as I paced the room, cursing under my breath. She’d slipped out of my well-crafted plan. How? How had I underestimated her?I stopped in my tracks, staring blankly at the wall. My mind spun with the thought of the trial looming ahead. I had pretended to faint earl

Olivia POVRyan muttered quietly, his voice carrying a tinge of exasperation. "Don’t mind her," he said, giving Celia a side glance before adding, "I think you should be resting at home."Celia, sprawled across the hospital bed with a leg propped up in a cast, let out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, Ryan, don’t be such a bore. I wanted to come to meet your girlfriend, but the universe decided to punish my enthusiasm by making me break my foot on the way." She waved her hand dismissively, as though the injury was nothing more than a scratch.Ryan folded his arms, his tone flat. "I don’t think you need to be in such a hurry."Celia, unfazed, leaned back with a sly grin. "Please, this is worth it. It’s incredible that you of all people managed to find a girlfriend. My injury is a small price to pay to witness such a miracle."Her gaze shifted to me, scanning me from head to toe. I forced a smile, unsure of how to respond to her theatrics. Then she chuckled. "Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if yo