All Chapters of Pregnant For My Alpha Lord: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I looked around again, trying to recreate how this happened.The opening in the trees above was enough for a cargo plane to lower down the crate. It would’ve been sitting here for at least a few days based on the leaves and soil buildup that settled around the bottom. Then a single dirt bike rider could have dropped me off while I was unconscious.I glanced down at the chain in my hand, imagining Molly’s face as she’d given the order to secure the doors.This was personal.I turned and flipped off the trail cameras mounted to the trees that sat recording me like this was some wildlife documentary.Molly is dead once I get my teeth into her.Agreed.But the cameras meant the show was still filming and the strategic way my nest was placed made me realize this couldn’t be just about me. I’d put money on the rest of the females being out here with their nests and hoped they didn’t get chained in like I did.I knew I should probably go find them, but first things first, I needed to take ca

“I’m not saying he does,” he rushed to explain. “But the Tulia Alpha has provisions on the show stating all conversations concerning his son need to be run by his legal team before airing.”Son of a bitch.I dragged my hand through my hair. We had backups of the footage from the fight thanks to Ivan’s quick thinking, but would it be enough?“I should’ve killed him.” I grit my teeth, reining in my wolf so he wouldn’t take charge and follow through with erasing the regret.Ivan glanced over his shoulder again as a camera drone buzzed overhead. “Not on film. You have to be careful. If you can get more footage of his promises, we can make it all public. Even the Tulias wouldn’t be able to cover that up. But the show is in his back pocket. I know it. Which means our Luna isn’t safe.”I studied Ivan as he spoke. He looked rough with bloodshot, glossy eyes and he swayed on his feet. Yet I knew him and despite my earlier concerns, he wasn’t high again. He was working too hard. For days he’d b

There were too many variables. I had no clue what the show was trying to do. What if they held the males back? What if he was too late? What if he decided–I lied. Stop doing the human things. You think too much.I ignored her because one of us had to be responsible here.Once the nest was as clean as I could get it, I tested the braided wire as I rigged a few basic small fixed snares with woven overhand knots and nooses. I set them up where I figured small game would run, though I was having trouble scenting anything fresh. For the bigger game, I measured out lengths of 550 cord and cut the strands with my claws. A few well-balanced rocks and some slip-knots and I had a couple of weighted ground snares meant to hold and suspend unsuspecting prey.My papa would have told me snares were meant to kill in a situation like this so I should up my defenses, but I planned to check the counterweight traps often and have the option to let things go. It was more of a warning on my part. One tha

“Think he’s going to be a problem?” John chewed the side of his thumb as he stared at the schoolyard posturing across the fire.“I don’t know what to expect.” Ivan’s worry about the filming bothered me. I shifted my foot, startling Beau who let out a rugged snore and cracked an eye open. I patted his head until he went back to sleep.John watched me for a moment. “Are you thinking he won’t uphold his promise?”I was thinking I’d been a fool to think the Tulia Pack would do anything the right way. Chad made the bet and I was hoping it was the end of it, but now I wasn’t sure. Political games had never been my forte. But I couldn’t let them know that.“If he knows what’s good for him, he will,” I spoke loud enough that there was no doubt Chad heard me.I didn’t know how I’d get him to repeat his promise to the cameras, but I would figure it out. Tulia Pack needed to pay. I wasn’t the only one in the region with a vendetta against their family, but I was the only one strong enough to do

8RangerI stared at the paler fur on the back of John’s right shoulder as we trotted toward the bridge, wondering how I’d missed the slight curve of a mating mark. He didn’t smell like a mated wolf so the bond must’ve not been completed.The river continued to rush below us. Even in the daylight, it was too treacherous to cross. Jones and Foster arrived early this morning having found the hiking bridge.“Tell me again what I’m missing.” I mind-linked my pack as we crossed the rickety structure over the white-water rapids below.John had taken a fist to the face before my guys showed up to lead us here and he still hadn’t explained what happened. “I’m not one to kiss and tell,” he’d said.Someone had better start talking soon before I lost my mind. It was bad enough with the protective worry pummeling my beast and the aggression building from the coming rut. I didn’t want to be more paranoid than I already was. I needed to know who I could trust.Beau stepped into that role. “Jenna sa