Page 10 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
My sneakers slapped against the cobblestones, music blasting in my ears, but it wasn’t enough to drown out my thoughts.
My memories from my parents’ death were spotty at best, and all I knew about that night was what I learned from the pack. My parents were found dead from a rogue attack, but no single rogue body was found. Only mine.
I was completely unharmed without a single injury, but the place in my chest where my wolf had once resided was numb and empty, the art of shifting forever lost to me.
The dreams started almost immediatelyafter I left the Ivory Moon Pack. It had taken me years to remember and piece together fragments of that night. Yet these past few weeks, I’d recalled more than I had in years.
The dreams were disturbing, but the dreams that made me dread closing my eyes were the ones of him. Whatever words of commitment we’d whispered in that haze of passion, the truth remained that I had only known the man for a few hours.
But that didn’t seem to matter the moment my eyes fell shut.
I dreamt of him taking me and owning me in every way that mattered. In those dreams, I burned with so much hunger for him. Some nights, I held him so tight until I didn’t know where he ended and I began, dreading the moment I would return to reality.
And reality always came when the dreams fell apart. The reality was that my one-night stand had been just that, and that just one week ago, I’d discovered that it had left me pregnant.
“A termination is still feasible for the next four weeks,” The doctor informed me gently after my meltdown upon discovering I was pregnant.
My choice was clear. I needed to schedule an appointment immediately. Fantasies aside, I had no way of tracking down my child’s father. Hell, I didn’t even know his name. And I wasn’t ready to be a mother. How could I protect a defenseless child when I was struggling to protect myself?
Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to open my mouth and speak.
“You don’t have to make a decision now,” Misha reassured me.
That was right. However, my initial four weeks were now down to three. Three weeks to decide if I wanted to abort my baby or keep it.
I ran faster. Like if I ran fast enough, I could outrun the questions in my head. Misha’s call came in as I finished my circuit and started up to my apartment.
“Raven, how are you doing?” Misha sounded tense, a shaky undercurrent to her words.
Worry sparked to life in my chest.
“Misha, what’s wrong?”
Misha hesitated before letting out a tired sigh.
“Ivy dropped by.”
My blood ran cold.
“Are you alright? Did she do anything to you?”
Like me, when she was younger, Misha had been bullied constantly by Ivy. It was how we’d bonded after all. After she regained control over her wolf, Misha confronted Ivy. As Misha was no longer weak enough for Ivy to lord her strength over, Ivy reluctantly let up. But I knew nothing would stop Ivy from hurting her if she believed Misha was harboring me.
“No,” Misha clarified. “She was poking around for information about your whereabouts.”
Misha paused again, a thread of caution slipping into her words. “They are spreading the narrative that you absconded from your duty as alpha heir.”
It hit me then.
“They want to ruin my reputation so my position as heir can be contested,” I exhaled.
Of course, they were going to stoop to that level. I should have known Ivy and her parents wouldn’t accept this fragile stalemate.
“Or they are trying to provoke a reaction from you so that you reveal yourself,” Misha mused.
Right. Then, the moment I came out to refute their claims, they would abduct me and drag me back to the pack, or if Aunt Tiffany’s threat could be counted on, they would kill me.
“I won’t let them take my pack from me,” I swore through gritted teeth, and somehow, this only served to make Misha more concerned.
