The Alpha King's Reluctant Bride (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 192

-Ava’s POV-

That was two weeks ago.

In that time, I had tried countless times to tell Tessa and Mikayla that I didn’t want to impose, that I didn’t want to be a burden. But every time, they shut me down with quiet reassurance, insisting that I wasn’t one.

They never asked about what had happened, never pried. But something in Tessa’s eyes that first night-some understanding I couldn’t name-must have told her that I needed this. That I needed them.

So, I stayed.

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We quickly fell into a routine. Every morning, Tessa would struggle to drag Mikayla out of bed. Mikayla, of course, fought tooth and nail to stay wrapped up in her blanket, muttering complaints about how school was overrated or how she could become a millionaire without math. It was always a struggle but always funny-a small, warm distraction that became the highlight of my mornings.

As I watched them day after day, that warmth grew into something more. A thought began to take root in my mind, one that refused to be ignored: I wanted this someday. I wanted these small struggles, this love wrapped in bickering and laughter.

This was what I could look forward to, I realized. This was what I wanted for

my child.

The conviction settled deeper with each passing day. I wanted this baby growing inside me, and I would love them with everything I had. I would never become my parents. From the moment they took their first breath, my child would know they were wanted, enough, and deeply loved.

Each morning, Mikayla begrudgingly got ready for school after much prodding from Tessa. We’d all leave together because Tessa owned a food truck, and I’d started helping her with it. It wasn’t much, but it kept my mind busy.

I called Isabella only once during that time. I kept it brief, telling her I was fine but that I needed space for a while. I didn’t want to hear anything about Grayson or my life back home. I didn’t tell her about the baby-l wasn’t ready for that conversation.

For now, all I wanted was to live simply. To pretend, even just for a little while, that I was someone else entirely. If there was one thing I’d perfected over the years, it was pretending.

“Ava, can you help me with this?”

Tessa’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I plastered on a smile and hurried over to help her with the heavy container she was struggling to carry.

“Thanks,” she said, glancing at me with a hint of concern. “You okay?”

I nodded quickly, brushing it off. “I’m fine, just lost in my head.”

She studied me for a moment longer but let it go.

The morning rush began soon after. The food truck, painted a cheerful yellow, was parked in its usual spot, and the familiar smell of bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee filled the air. I worked alongside Tessa, greeting customers with a smile, taking orders, and handing out food.

“Order up for Sam-egg and cheese on a croissant, side of hash browns!” I called out, sliding a paper bag across the counter.

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A man stepped up next, glancing at the small chalkboard menu. “Can I get a turkey and avocado wrap and a black coffee?”

“Coming right up!” I replied, punching his order into the small tablet and handing the receipt to Tessa.

The flow of customers was steady but manageable. Some chatted while waiting for their orders, others hurriedly grabbed their food and rushed off.

I finished serving another group and turned to grab more napkins when I heard a voice behind me.

“Can I get a cappuccino and a blueberry muffin?”

I froze mid-step.

That voice.

I sucked in a shaky breath before slowly turning around. My eyes landed on Isabella, her face a mix of warmth and determination, and standing just behind her was Eliza, her expression unreadable.

Isabella smiled, her tone light but pointed. “Hi, Lilian.”

I forced a smile onto my face, even as my stomach twisted into a knot. “Sure,” I said, my voice carefully neutral. Without waiting for a reply, I turned to prepare Isabella’s order. My hands shook slightly as I poured the cappuccino, but I tried to steady myself by focusing on the mundane task. Blueberry muffin. Cappuccino.

I turned back and handed Isabella her order. She took it from me, her fingers brushing mine briefly. Her eyes never left my face, sharp and unrelenting.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to hold her gaze for a moment before turning to Eliza, whose expression was somewhere between uneasy and apologetic. “Anything for you, Eliza?”

“You want everyone to leave you alone? Since when am I ‘everyone“?” Her voice cracked slightly, but she quickly recovered, the fury in her tone making me wince. “You know that’s not what I’m most pissed about. What makes me so mad–what makes me so fucking mad—is that you chose to go back to your horrible parents instead of coming to me when everything fell apart. And then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, you shut me out completely refusing to see me. And now? Now, you’re staying with strangers-strangers, Lilian-when you’re at your lowest! And then you have the audacity to call just to say what?”

I opened my mouth, trying to find the right words, but she cut me off with a sharp, “I’m not finished!”

Her words hit like a slap, and I clamped my mouth shut, swallowing the lump in my throat. “You called to say you want to be left alone? That’s fucking bullshit, Lilian,” she said, her voice trembling. The anger was still there, but now the hurt was bleeding through, raw and unfiltered.

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything because she was right. She had every reason to feel this way. Things with Grayson had gone up in flames-so utterly, completely up in flames-and I didn’t know how to handle it. I still didn’t want to handle it. But what I was doing to Isabella was wrong. I had shut her out, my best friend, the one person who had been there for me through everything.

I knew what she would’ve done if I’d gone to her-she would’ve tried to make me feel better. And I didn’t want to feel better.noveldrama

“Well?” she snapped again, her voice breaking into my thoughts. “I’m done talking. Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

I looked at her, then at Eliza, who stood quietly to the side, clearly uncomfortable. The words that slipped from my lips came out before I could stop them. “I’m pregnant.”

Eliza let out a startled sound, like a strangled gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. Isabella froze, the anger falling off her face in an instant. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted as though she was about to say something. But before she could, another voice spoke.

“Well, isn’t that just great news.”

My wolf growled instantly, the sound rumbling low in my chest, as I turned my head toward the source of the

voice.

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Isabella didn’t miss a beat, her venom returning as she narrowed her eyes at the intruder. “What the hell are

you doing here?”

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