Pregnant By My Best Friend Alpha Chapter 118

Kyra’s POV

I was driving my car to the company early in the morning when I spotted a familiar figure standing by the roadside. Mr. Walter was engaged in what appeared to be a heated argunt with an older man. My wolf, Sylvia, imdiately perked up at the sight of another wolf in distress.

I pulled over and approached them cautiously, catching fragnts of their conversation.

"Just accept it because I have an urgent eting. Or if you want, you can just give your contact and I’ll have my assistant contact you about the damage," Mr. Walter was saying, his scent barely masking his frustration.

The older man scoffed, a calculating glint in his eyes. "What do you an? Are you trying to get away? Just because you’re a rich foreigner doesn’t an you can get away with this. You ran into ! My back is hurting."

I slowed my pace, tilting my head as I observed Mr. Walter clenching his jaw. My enhanced senses picked up the older man’s lies; his heartbeat was erratic. He was clearly trying to scam a wolf who was too polite to use his superior strength or senses to prove him wrong.

"Excuse ..." I stepped in, unable to watch the charade continue.

Both n turned toward , but the older man’s expression changed dramatically when he saw . The tension in his body language confird my suspicions; he was definitely lying about being injured.

"Miss Monroe..." Mr. Walter’s voice held surprise and relief.

I smiled at him. "I saw you, so I stopped for a while. Is there sothing wrong?"

"No, I just..." He paused and sighed. "I accidentally hit him and he doesn’t want to go to the hospital."

"You have an urgent eting, right?"

"Yeah."

I nodded. "I’ll take care of this, Mr. Walter. Your eting is important. You should go."

He glanced hesitantly at the old man. I smiled again and addressed the scamr directly.

"I will talk to you on his behalf, sir. I’m his lawyer."

The man’s face drained of color as he imdiately turned and hurried away at a surprising pace for soone claiming back pain.

"W-What? Wait... your injury..." Mr. Walter called after him, his voice fading as realization dawned.

He removed his eyeglasses and muttered, "Damn!"

I chuckled. "It is very troubleso to be a foreigner, huh?"

When he looked at without his glasses, I felt a jolt of recognition. His eyes held that unmistakable wolf gleam—beautiful, piercing, and slightly blue around the edges.

He quickly replaced his eyeglasses and scratched the back of his neck. "Please tell I wasn’t scamd when I paid a woman last week after I bumped her car..."

I cupped my mouth, fighting back laughter. "Oh my God!"

His lips parted in shock before he joined in laughter.

"Mr. Walter, you almost got scamd twice."

He sighed and shook his head. "I guess I need to call my lawyer whenever I encounter weird accidents."

I smiled and glanced at my watch. "You’ll be late for your eting."

He nodded. "Yeah... But can I invite you later... to thank you for helping today?"

I considered his offer. During my ti overseas, Mr. Walter had always treated with respect, promoting despite my lack of credentials. I’d often wondered if he’d recognized as a fellow wolf, but I’d appreciated his discretion and professionalism. He was one of the few n who’d never made feel threatened or inferior.

"Sure. What ti?" I replied.

He smiled, his gaze lingering on mine. "I’d like to have dinner with you, but I’m sure you’ll go ho early because of your daughter."

"Why not?"

His lips parted in surprise. "You’ll agree to dinner?"

"Yeah." I smiled and shrugged. "I also want to thank you for the opportunity you gave when I was working for you."

Though I didn’t say it aloud, I appreciated that he’d recognized my talents without ever revealing that he knew what I was. So wolves might have used that knowledge as leverage, but he’d remained a gentleman. Sylvia humd with approval inside .

He nodded. "So... see you later?"

I waved as I backed away. "See you later."

After another smile and nod, I drove away, thinking about how different so wolves could be. Mr. Walter had always been kind and respectful, the opposite of what I’d experienced with others of our kind.

* * *

I worked through most of the day until Nathan arrived at my office carrying lunch. His familiar scent announced his presence before he even knocked.

"You need to eat on ti. What if you get sick?" Nathan said, his tone serious as he arranged our al.

I watched him silently, my thoughts racing. Why was he doing this? Was this friendship, or was he courting ? Sylvia stirred within , cautious yet intrigued by his presence.

"Here..." He handed a plate heaped with food. I wondered if his mother really prepared these als or if he was pressuring her daily.

"Nathan..." I said as he began eating. "Are you courting ?"

He choked and coughed, spraying rice onto my lap. He quickly dabbed at it with a napkin while I sat patiently waiting for his answer.

I wasn’t sure where I found the courage to ask so directly, but I needed clarity after everything we’d been through.

He swallowed hard and t my gaze. "I... Do you... want to?"

Heat flooded my cheeks. Had I unconsciously revealed my feelings with my question?

He looked away. "I want to... I know I said I wouldn’t force myself on you again but... I still want to try my luck and... court you."

So my instincts weren’t wrong. That was his intention.

He sighed. "Am I making you uncomfortable? Is this too fast?"

"You were so slow," I said before I could stop myself.

"Huh?"

I looked away. "You want us to try again?"

"Desperately, baby..." His voice carried a yearning that made Sylvia whine softly within .

I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. "Can you deal with my issues? Can you accept my shortcomings? I’m not the sa Kyra I was before, Nathan. I was wounded. Heavily wounded and I have so many insecurities now."

My voice faltered slightly as mories flooded back. "What happened with you and Sophia destroyed . If she cos back again, who would you choose? I need to know that before I even consider this."

He opened his mouth to speak but I continued.

"And it’s not just that. What Kieran did to —the manipulation, the lies—broke sothing in , Nathan. I’m terrified of being deceived again, of opening up only to be abandoned when soone better cos along."

I gestured toward the photo of Snow on my desk. "And most importantly, I have a daughter now. Her happiness and stability have to co first. Whatever happens between us affects her too."

He slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I understand, but I want you to know that I’m willing to wait. I can deal with your issues. I don’t care about your shortcomings and I’ll help you heal your insecurities... with assurance."

His scent changed, becoming more intense with sincerity. "As for Sophia, that Chapter is closed. If she ca back right now, I wouldn’t even blink. It’s you, Kyra. Only you."

I smiled at him but it didn’t reach my eyes. "That’s the Nathan I know... but that’s also the Nathan who broke ."

He looked down, unable to speak, the weight of our past hanging between us.

"I want to try again, Nathan," I finally said, surprising even myself. "Just... give so ti while proving to that you deserve a second chance. Show that Snow and I won’t just be discarded when things get difficult."

He knew I couldn’t refuse him forever; that’s why he kept coming back. He sensed my feelings for him, buried beneath layers of hurt and mistrust. His guilt for hurting had been the only thing holding him back.