After One Night with the Alpha (Brad and Elle) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Elle’s POV

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I tried to pull away from Brad’s embrace, but his arms only tightened around me. The warmth of his chest,

the steady rhythm of his heartbeat-it was all too overwhelming after everything that had happened with

Mira.

“Let me go, Brad,” I whispered, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and something else I couldn’t

name.

But instead of releasing me, he pulled back just enough to look into my face.

“Damn it, Elle,” he said, his voice rough. “You’re crying.”

I struggled harder against his hold, my emotions finally erupting. “Of course I’m crying, you bastard! What

did you expect?”

The words came out harsher than I intended, but I was beyond caring. I felt his whole body tense at my

outburst, and for a moment I thought he might let me go. Instead, something strange happened-his face

softened, and he said something that made absolutely no sense.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered, and his voice cracked slightly. “I can’t stand it when you cry. It… it makes me

hurt too.”

I stared at him, completely confused. What the hell was he talking about? He had Mira, a beautiful werewolf who actually belonged in his world. Why was he doing this to me?

Before I could process what was happening, Brad cupped my face in his hands and gently kissed away the tears on my cheeks. His lips were warm and soft, and despite everything, I felt my body respond to his

touch.

“Brad, stop,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction.

He ignored my weak protest and captured my lips with his.

Part of me wanted to melt into this kiss, to forget about Mira and the painful realizations of the past few days. My heart was racing, and I could feel myself being pulled back into the emotional whirlpool I’d been

trying so hard to escape.

But the rational part of my mind was screaming warnings.

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The kiss deepened, and I found myself kissing him back despite my better judgment. His hands tangled in my hair, and I could hear a low rumble in his chest that sounded almost like a purr.

Finally, my survival instincts kicked in. Using all my strength, I pushed against his chest and broke free from his embrace. My face was burning with embarrassment and confusion as I stumbled backward.

“I… I need to go,” I stammered, my cheeks probably red ler than a tomato.

Before he could respond, I turned and practically ran back toward the main hall, my heart pounding so

hard I thought it might burst from my chest.

Behind me, I heard Brad’s soft chuckle, and something in that sound suggested he wasn’t upset by my

reaction at all.

When I rejoined the others in the dining room, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. My face was still

flushed, and I probably looked like a mess. Brad appeared moments later, wearing what I could only

describe as a smugly satisfied Alpha smile.

“Is everything alright, dear?” Stella asked with motherly concern.

“Yes, perfectly fine,” I managed, avoiding eye contact with Brad as I took my seat.

The lunch that followed was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Stella had prepared individual meals

based on each person’s needs and status. My plate was filled with what looked like carefully prepared

nutritional supplements designed specifically for pregnant humans.

“This is incredible,” I said honestly, taking another bite of the fish. “I’ve never tasted anything like this.”

Stella beamed with pride. “I’m so glad you enjoy it..”

I glanced at Brad and saw him watching my reaction with intense interest.

“Try this soup,” Stella continued, personally ladling and her serving into my bowl.

But their kindness only made me feel worse. “Mrs. Blair you’re being too kind. I feel like I’m taking

advantage of hospitality meant for someone else.”

“Nonsense,” Martin said firmly. “You’re our honored guest.”

Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was somehow receiving love and care that rightfully belonged to

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After lunch, Brad announced we needed to head back to rest. I was secretly relieved-as wonderful as the

Blairs were, I couldn’t handle any more of their overwhelming kindness.

“We should be going,” I said softly after a brief rest.

Back at the Bailey villa, Brad dropped a bombshell.

“Sophia, I’ve arranged for you to have the room next door,” he announced casually. “I need to personally

oversee Elle’s care, given her condition.”

I felt my blood run cold. “What?”

My first thought was that he planned to bring Mira here-to my room-and flaunt their relationship right

in front of me. The humiliation would be unbearable.

Sophia looked between us, clearly sensing the tension. Of course,” she said diplomatically. “You two need

to communicate properly anyway.”

After Sophia left, I pointedly ignored Brad and went straight to the bathroom to remove my makeup and

change clothes.

I was reaching for my cleanser when I turned and walked straight into Brad’s chest. His hands

automatically steadied me.

“Throwing yourself into my arms again?” he teased, his voice low and amused. “Are you feeling better

now?”

I tried to step back, but he didn’t let go. “Look, about earlier with Mira being sick-”

“Stop,” I interrupted. “We’re not even on the same page here, Brad.”

He looked genuinely confused. “What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath. It was time to lay everything on the table. “I’m not angry, Brad. I’m just… accepting reality. I understand exactly where I stand with you.”

His expression grew serious. “Elle-”

“No, let me finish.” I looked directly into his amber eyes “I need to know something. What am I to you, really?”

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The question hung in the air between us. I held my breath, thinking that if he said he loved me-if he gave

me even that much-I might be able to forgive everything else.

Brad’s eyes flickered with something intense.

He was about to say something when his phone rang.

The interruption was so jarring that we both froze. Brad glanced at the caller ID, and I saw his expression

change completely. Without another word, he turned and walked away to answer the call.

I stood there alone, watching his retreating figure. The rony wasn’t lost on me. Here I was, practically

offering him my heart, and he couldn’t even finish a sentence before running off to answer what I was sure

was Mira calling.

Maybe I should be grateful, I thought bitterly. At least I was learning the truth before I got hurt any

deeper.

A few minutes later, Alex appeared with a stack of elegant invitations.

“Alpha Brad asked me to give these to you,” he said professionally. “These are invitations from local

werewolf society figures-various social events and gatherings. He said you should decide for yourself

whether you’d like to attend any of them.”

I stared at the expensive cardstock in confusion.

I don’t understand. Shouldn’t Mira be handling these kinds of social obligations? She’d be much better at

promoting herself in werewolf society.

For the first time, a dangerous thought crept into my mind: What if Brad didn’t actually want to end our

relationship at all?

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