Chapter 190: Emily Is Pregnant?!
I sat perched on the edge of my leather chair, the cool surface pressing against my thighs as I scrawled my signature across a stack of shipment documents. Our branches were exploding across the city—new outposts sprouting like weeds in fertile soil.
Profits piled up in neat digital columns on my screen, each figure a rush of dopamine that made my pulse quicken. God, profits were the best high, weren’t they? Better than any drug, they whispered promises of power, expansion, invincibility.
But my body betrayed the thrill. My ass and pussy throbbed with a dull, insistent ache—a souvenir from the gangbang a week ago. Those alphas had been animals, merciless in their frenzy, pounding into me until my throat was raw and my voice shattered into silence for nearly two days.
They mistook my hoarseness for anger, for the cold shoulder of a silent treatment. Panicked, they’d showered me with gifts, apologies, desperate attempts to coax smiles from my lips. Idiots. If only they knew the truth.
"Mam, Alexei Leonhart wants to meet you. Should I send him in?" My secretary’s voice crackled through the intercom, tentative as always.
I glared at the device, heat rising in my chest. "How many times do I have to say it? He’s not allowed anywhere near this office. Tell him to crawl back to whatever hole he slithered out of."
Before she could respond, the door burst open. Another employee stumbled in—a beta from logistics, his face drained of colour, eyes wide with panic like he’d seen a ghost. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his tie hung crooked, as if he’d clawed at it in distress.
"What happened?" I snapped, rising halfway from my chair, my voice sharper than intended.
"Mam! That guy... that guy... he was run over by a truck!" His words tumbled out in a breathless rush, hands trembling as he gestured wildly toward the window.
"Who?"
"Alexei Leonhart!"
"What?!" I shot to my feet, the chair scraping back with a harsh screech. Alexei—run over by a truck? My mind reeled, flashing to his persistent face, those soldering eyes that had haunted me for some months.
I’d been dodging him and the others—the so-called "male leads"—like pests swarming a fresh kill. Their obsession grated on me, fuelling a rage that simmered just beneath my skin, making every encounter a spark to dry tinder.
"Right outside our office!" the beta stammered, pointing toward the glass wall overlooking the street. Through the blinds, I caught a glimpse of chaos—flashing lights, a crowd milling like ants, the metallic tang of blood already seeping into my imagination.
"Did you call the ambulance?" I demanded, striding toward him, my heels clicking authoritatively against the marble floor.
"Yes, mam—the people outside already did, but..." He trailed off, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing like a buoy in a storm.
"But what? Spit it out!"
He hesitated, eyes darting to the floor before locking onto mine, his voice dropping to a whisper. "His head... it was completely crushed by the truck. Like a melon under a tire. There’s... there’s nothing left to save."
The words hit like a sledgehammer. My stomach lurched violently, bile surging up my throat. I clapped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late—hot vomit spewed onto the floor in an acrid splash, the sharp scent of acid mingling with the office’s sterile air.
I’d been nauseous for days now, waves of it crashing unpredictably, but this... this was different.
The room tilted, edges blurring as black spots danced in my vision. My knees buckled, the world spinning into a vortex of sirens and screams from below. I crumpled to the cold tile, consciousness slipping away like sand through clenched fists, the last thought echoing in the void. What is happening to me?
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The hallway went quiet at once, the kind of silence that felt heavy enough to press against the walls. The alphas had gathered near the doorway in a tense cluster, all of them waiting for news while Ana finished checking on Emily inside the room.
They were her girlfriends, her markers, and right now every single one of them looked worried in a different way, as if they were all bracing for bad news but trying not to show it.
"What happened to her?" Hellen asked first, her voice tight and sharp with fear.
Ana stepped out fully, her face unreadable. "Nothing happened to her."
That answer should have helped, but instead it only deepened the silence. It sounded too calm, too controlled, and for a moment nobody knew whether that meant Emily was fine or whether Ana was trying not to say something worse.
Then Hellen suddenly lost her patience. She turned on Reyes in one quick motion and grabbed her collar hard, her anger flashing so fast that the air itself seemed to crack.
"You are a fucking idiot!" Hellen hissed. "How dare you kill that bastard right outside her building?"
Reyes looked startled, as if she had expected backlash but not this kind of direct attack. Before she could answer, Ivory stepped forward too, her expression cold and furious.
"You didn’t give us a heads-up, Reyes," she said sharply. "Do you have any idea what kind of mess this caused?"
The tension in the hallway kept building, the kind of tension that came from fear mixed with jealousy and too many unfinished feelings all colliding at once. Their voices were getting louder, their tempers rising, and it looked like the argument might split open into a full fight right there outside the room.
Then Ana snapped.
"Can you all not fight right now?" she said, her voice cutting through the hallway like a blade. "Emily is pregnant."
For one long second, nobody moved.
The words seemed to hang in the air, too sudden and too unbelievable for anyone to process properly.
"What?" someone blurted out at once.
"What? So quick?" another voice added, full of shock and disbelief.
Reyes lifted a hand to her nose, rubbing at it as if she was trying to make herself think more clearly. Her expression had changed completely now, from anger to stunned confusion. "Who is the father?"
That question immediately triggered another round of tension.
Hellen’s face darkened as she snarled, "It’s me."
"It must be me," Ivory snapped back at once, glaring at her.
"Shut up," Ana said before it could turn into another shouting match. Her voice was firm, but there was something calmer underneath it now too, something protective. "We can fight among ourselves later, but we all know we can’t deny her child, can we?"
That finally silenced them.
For a moment, nobody spoke at all. The hallway felt strangely still, as if even the building itself had gone quiet to listen.
Then Ana’s expression softened, just slightly, though her voice stayed serious. "We’re all fathers, even if we aren’t the biological ones."
"But one of us is," Reyes said, still clearly wrestling with jealousy, shock, and the need to know something she couldn’t control.
"Yes," Ivory replied, forcing herself to breathe through the tension. "But we don’t need to know right now."
Ana nodded once, firmly. "Exactly. Right now, the important thing is Emily. Let’s put the jealousy aside and go talk to her, okay? And none of you will raise this point in front of her."
That made the mood shift again, this time away from anger and toward something more careful, more protective. The alphas were still shaken, still sorting through the news in their own minds, but the fight had lost its edge. Whatever emotions were boiling underneath, they all understood the same thing now—Emily and the baby came first.
They stood there for a moment longer, each of them trying to swallow down their jealousy and confusion, before their attention moved toward the room where Emily was still resting.
The argument could wait.
The shock could wait.
Right now, all of them had to be steady for her.
Their protectiveness settled over the hallway like a blanket, awkward and uneven but real. And though none of them had said it outright, they were already beginning to adjust to the same truth—this was no longer just about old grudges or who had done what. Emily was carrying something all of them would have to face together.
