After One Night with the Alpha (Brad and Elle) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Elle’s POV

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But I’d barely made it halfway back to the house when the sound of a car horn cut through the air. Once, twice, three times-definitely deliberate.

I turned around slowly, and this time the driver’s door of the car was opening. Brad stepped out, and even

from this distance, I could see the exhaustion in his posture, the way his usually perfect appearance

seemed somehow rumpled and worn.

He didn’t approach the gate. Instead, he simply stood beside his car and looked at me, his amber eyes

finding mine across the distance.

I should have kept walking. I should have gone inside and let him sit out there for another seven nights if that’s what he wanted to do. But something about the sight of him-this powerful Alpha who looked like he hadn’t slept in days-made my feet carry me back toward the gate almost against my will.

When I got close enough to see his face clearly, my heart clenched. His amber eyes were shadowed with fatigue, and there was a vulnerability in his expression that I’d never seen before. This wasn’t the controlled, commanding Alpha I knew. This was someone who looked… broken.

“Get in the car, Elle.”

His voice was low, rough with exhaustion and something that sounded like desperation. The Alpha authority was still there, but it was tempered by an almost pleading quality that made my chest tight.

“Why?” The word came out sharper than I intended. “So you can accuse me of more things I didn’t do?”

He flinched as if I’d slapped him. “Please. Just… get in the car.”

I studied his face, looking for any sign of the anger or disappointment I’d seen that night at the hotel. Instead, all I saw was exhaustion and something that looked suspiciously like regret.

Despite every rational thought in my head telling me not to, despite the hurt and confusion still raw in my chest, I found myself walking around to the passenger side of his car.

I settled into the familiar leather seat.

Brad got back in and started the engine without a word We drove in silence through the winding roads of Moon Lake City, and I couldn’t help but notice how carefully he drove, taking every turn slowly and

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smoothly.

We ended up at the city’s most exclusive hotel. Brad parked in the private garage and led me to a private

elevator that required a special key card.

“Where are we going?” I asked as the elevator climbed to the top floor.

“Presidential suite,” he said simply, his voice still rough “I thought… I thought we should talk.”

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When the elevator doors opened, we stepped into a luxurious suite that was bigger than most apartments.

Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, and the furnishings were elegant without

being ostentatious.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Brad said, already heading toward what looked like the master bedroom. “I

need to shower first.”

I watched him disappear into the bedroom, heard the sound of a door closing, and then the rush of water starting. Only then did I allow myself to really process where I was and what was happening.

I was in a hotel suite with Brad. The same Brad who’d chosen Mira over me, who’d believed her lies without question, who’d looked at me with such disappointment that it had shattered something inside me.

So why was I here? Why had I gotten in his car like some lovesick fool?

I was still wrestling with those questions when there was a knock at the suite’s main door.

“Alpha?” came a voice from the hallway. “Your dinner has arrived.”

I froze. Dinner?

“Elle,” Brad’s voice carried from the bathroom. “Could you get that for me?”

I stood there for a moment, torn between the urge to fle and the strange compulsion to do as he asked. Finally, I opened the door to find several hotel staff members with an elaborate dinner service.

“Good evening,” the head server said with a respectful ow.

I stepped aside to let them in, watching as they efficiently set up an elegant dinner for two on the suite’s dining table. The spread was incredible-fresh seafood, perfectly prepared vegetables, artisanal bread, and what looked like freshly squeezed juice in crystal glasses.

By the time they finished and left, Brad emerged from the bedroom wearing a dark bathrobe, his black hair

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still damp from the shower. The sight of him-rumpled and relaxed in a way I’d never seen-made my

mouth go dry.

“Sit down and eat,” he said, pulling out a chair for me.

I didn’t move. “Brad, what is this? Why are you-”

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“I don’t want to say this twice.” His voice carried that Alpha edge that made my body want to obey before

my mind could catch up.

I found myself sitting down despite my confusion, and Brad took the seat across from me. He immediately began serving me, putting small portions of everything on my plate with a care that seemed at odds with

everything that had happened between us.

“Do you want the salmon or the tuna?” he asked, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“I want to know why you brought me here,” I said instead.

He ignored my question and continued arranging food on my plate. “Just a little of each. Too much seafood at once isn’t good for you or the baby.”

The casual way he mentioned the baby-our baby-made my throat tight. He poured the juice into my glass

and slid it toward me.

When I didn’t immediately drink it, Brad lifted the glass and held it to my lips. “Please.”

I took a sip, and the juice was perfect-sweet and fresh and somehow exactly what I’d been craving without

realizing it.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.

“Because I missed you,” he said simply. “I haven’t seen you in a week.”

The raw honesty in his voice hit me like a physical blow Tears started falling before I could stop them, and

I had no idea how to respond to this version of Brad-the one who brought me to hotels and squeezed juice and looked at me like I was something precious.

We ate the rest of dinner in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged, heavy with things neither

of us seemed ready to say.

After the hotel staff had cleared the dishes, Martha appeared with an elegant box, setting it on the coffee

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table before leaving with a respectful nod.

Brad looked almost embarrassed as he gestured toward he box. “Open it. It’s for you.”

Inside was the most beautiful set of sleepwear I’d ever seen-silk pajamas in a soft cream color, clearly designed for someone in my condition. The fabric looked impossibly luxurious, and the cut was both

modest and flattering.

My face heated as I realized what he was suggesting.

“Stay tonight,” Brad said, his voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, he looked almost vulnerable, like a boy asking for something he wasn’t sure he deserved. Please.”

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