Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 227

I woke with the strange awareness that something inside me had clicked into place, like the inner framework of my body had finally aligned. My hearing sharpened, my skin grew sensitive in the stillness, and I could feel the weight of Richard’s palm resting heavily on my belly. Beneath that, there was a thrum of hybrid energy that pulsed up toward me and echoed in return.

I lay still for a long time, watching the sunlight stretch through the shutters as the baby shifted beneath my ribs, slow and steady. The resonance didn’t need to be summoned this time, it existed on its own, soft and steady like breath.

When I shifted slightly, Richard stirred beside me. His voice was hoarse from sleep. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” I said, brushing a hand over my stomach. “I think something’s changed. I feel more… anchored, guess. Like everything in me finally lined up.”

He pushed himself up on one elbow, looking me over. “To the baby?”

“To everything.”

We moved to the balcony without another word, letting the scent of lemon blossoms and saltwater wrap around us as we stepped into the breeze. The waves rolled gently against the rocks below, and the blanket we shared scratched softly against our skin as we wrapped ourselvesin it, our bodies pressed together for warmth and closeness. We watched the sky shift slowly from pale grey to the kind of gold that only happens near water.

“You think the peace talks are actually going to hold?” | asked after a few minutes.

“They can,” Richard said, his gaze on the horizon. “But only if you’re the one standing in the room.”

I traced the frayed edge of the blanket. “There are still people on both sides who think peace means surrender.

People who’ll fight just to keep fighting.”

“And that’s why it has to be you. Someone who knows both sides and isn’t trying to restore anything, just trying to build something better.”

There was no softness in his voice. Just certainty.

My phone buzzed on the table beside us. I glanced at the screen.

“They want me to lead the negotiations in person,” I said, handing it to him. “They’re being very specific.”

He scanned the message, then let out a dry laugh. ” Naturally. War ends, you shake the entire structure, and now they want you solving politics with sand in your shoes.”

I laughed under my breath. “We should’ve tossed our phones into the ocean.”

“Nathan would’ve had a dive team out here in twenty minutes.”

I turned toward him, slipping my hand under his shirt and resting my palm flat against his chest. “Let me show you something.”

He tilted his head. “What are you doing?”

“Just… trust me. I think I can actually control it now, not just react. I want you to feel it.”

He nodded, watching me closely.

I closed my eyes and let the resonance move. It didn’t rush, didn’t lash out. It just moved through me and reached for him, brushing against him like it knew exactly who he was.

His chest rose. “That feels completely different. It’s not overwhelming. It’s warm. It’s you.”

“It recognizes you.”

He didn’t answer. He just kissed me.

The resonance didn’t fade; it deepened. It moved between us with every breath, wrapping around our bodies as we leaned into each other. His hands slipped under my shirt. I pulled it over my head and let him see everything.

He kissed down my chest and stomach, kneeling in front of me like there was nowhere else he wanted to be. His mouth opened over me, slow and focused. I gasped,tightening my grip in his hair. His fingers slid into me with steady care. I came hard, clenching around him, and he didn’t stop until I came again, hips arching as heat surged through me:

He stood, flushed and breathing heavy, and wrapped my hand around him, guiding him inside. The stretch pulled a groan from both of us.

“Come inside me,” I whispered.

His jaw tensed. “Aren’t you worried I’ll get you pregnant?”

I laughed, breathless. “Totally.”

He thrust slowly, deeply. I came again with my hands pressed flat to his back, and he followed, his face buried in my neck, holding me like he never wanted to let go.

We stayed tangled on the couch, our breaths syncing back into rhythm.

After a while, I murmured, “I’ve been thinking about Jenny. And Adam.”

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