After One Night with the Alpha (Brad and Elle) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Brad’s POV

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I could feel Elle’s confusion as I held her close, my hand covering her eyes while the other cradled her head. The kiss was fierce, claiming, desperate-so different from our previous ones. This one was about her,

about the way she was slowly driving me insane.

When I finally pulled back, I growled against her ear: “Elle West, without my permission, don’t even think about running away. Try it if you don’t believe me. See if you can escape from my hands.”

Her body went completely rigid.

The reaction hit me like a punch to the gut. She hadn’t said a word about leaving, hadn’t given me any obvious signs, but her body language just confirmed every suspicion I’d been carrying.

Damn it, she really is planning to leave me.

My mood shifted instantly, fury replacing the tenderness I’d felt moments before. I pushed her away, my Alpha presence filling the car like a suffocating cloud.

“Damn it, Elle!” The words tore from my throat. “Who gave you that right?”

I could see her shrinking back, those mismatched eyes downcast, offering no explanation. Her silence was its own confession. She really was planning to take my child and disappear after giving birth, just like she’d

said in the meeting room.

My phone buzzed with an incoming message.

I glanced at it irritably, ready to ignore whatever business emergency it might be. But the image on the

screen made my blood turn to ice.

It was a photo of Elle and Jason, embracing outside what looked like a restaurant. Her arms were around him, his face buried in her shoulder. They looked… intimate. Reconciled.

The wolf inside me roared with pure, primal rage. My vision actually flickered for a second, amber bleeding

through as my control slipped.

I grabbed Elle’s wrist, probably harder than I should have, but I was beyond caring about being gentle.

“Elle West,” I said through gritted teeth, “are you planning to take my child and run off with your ex-

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boyfriend after you give birth?”

She tried to pull away, panic flashing across her face. “What are you talking about? Brad, let go! You’re

hurting me!”

But I wasn’t listening.

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She thought she could play me? Use her pregnancy as protection while she planned her escape with that

pathetic excuse for a man?

“You think you can play me?” I laughed bitterly. “You think because you’re carrying the Rayne heir, you can

do whatever the hell you want?”

She stared at me with those wide, heterochromatic eyes looking genuinely confused. But I’d seen the

photo. I knew the truth.

This is what I get for letting my guard down. For thinking she might actually want to stay.

“From now on,” I said, my voice dropping to deadly calm, “Mrs. Rayne is feeling unwell. She’s confined to

bed rest.”

The words came out harsher than I’d intended, but I was past the point of caring. She wanted to leave? Fine. But she wasn’t going anywhere until that baby was born and safely in Rayne hands.

Elle’s POV

The car had barely stopped at the estate gates before Brad was out, slamming the door with enough force to shake the entire vehicle. He stalked toward the house without a backward glance, his shoulders rigid

with fury.

I sat frozen in the backseat, still trying to process what had just happened. The kiss that had left me breathless, the sudden accusations, the house arrest-it all felt surreal.

He’s lost his mind, I thought, watching his retreating figure. Completely lost his mind.

“Miss West?” Alex’s voice was gentle, cautious. Even he seemed shaken by Brad’s explosive anger.

I finally got out of the car, my legs unsteady. The household staff were all scurrying around with nervous energy, clearly sensing their Alpha’s rage and wanting to stay out of his path.

“Miss West,” one of the maids whispered as I passed, “is everything alright?”

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I forced a smile. “Everything’s fine.”

But it wasn’t fine. Nothing about this was fine.

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I made my way upstairs, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and hurt I didn’t want to examine too closely. In my room, I went through the motions of getting ready for bed, removing my makeup and

changing into comfortable clothes.

But my mind kept circling back to Brad’s words, to the fury in his amber eyes.

Confined to bed rest. Like I was some sort of prisoner.

I lay down and waited, part of me expecting him to cool off and come explain himself. We’d fought before,

but this felt different. More personal. More painful.

Instead, I heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of a car engine.

My heart lurched. I scrambled to the window just in time to see Alex driving Brad away from the estate,

their taillights disappearing into the darkness.

Where is he going?

The question burned in my mind, but I forced myself to step back. What right did I have to wonder about his whereabouts? I was just the incubator for his heir, after all.

A soft knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts.

“Come in.”

Martha entered, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “Miss West, Alpha Rayne asked me to give you a

message.”

I sat up, hating how eagerly I waited for his words.

“Alpha Brad said he’s taken some belongings and left for several days. He said…” She paused, clearly reluctant to continue. “and that you should stay home and reflect on your actions.”

Reflect on my actions?

The words hit me like a physical blow. A sharp, unexpected pain shot through my chest-not the baby, but something deeper. Something that felt dangerously close to heartbreak.

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Why does this hurt so much? I pressed a hand to my chest, confused by the intensity of my reaction.

“Thank you, Martha,” I managed, my voice steady despite the chaos in my heart.

After she left, I closed the door and leaned against it, feeling suddenly, crushingly alone.

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Fine, I thought, trying to summon anger to replace the hurt. Let that bastard run as far as he wants. Let him stay away forever!

But even as I tried to convince myself I was relieved, I couldn’t shake the hollow feeling in my chest.

I climbed back into bed, staring at the ceiling. The room felt enormous and empty. I found myself listening for sounds that never came-Brad’s footsteps, his voice, the familiar sounds of his presence in the house.

Brad, you better never come back, I told myself firmly. Never see me again! That would be perfect.

I closed my eyes, but sleep felt impossibly far away.

In five months, I’ll have this baby, and then we’ll be done. Two strangers again.

But as I lay there in the darkness, I couldn’t ignore the growing realization that somewhere along the way, the thought of being strangers again had started to feel less like freedom and more like loss.

Like I’d lost something without even realizing I wanted to keep it…

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