Page 17 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
“I apologise, Mr Blackwell. I’ll redo the pitch.”
“You can’t killyour boss, Raven,” Misha responded dryly, a tiny smile tugging at her lips, her curly hair pulled up in what could only be described as a rat’s nest.
“I can certainly try,” I refuted, glaring at my best friend through mylaptop’s screen. “It would be self-defense. The man is trying to end my life.”
Misha’s smile morphed into a full-blown grin.
“Come on, he can’t be that bad.”
That was the thing. He was that bad, and his attitude went beyond having a strict work ethic. The man was the very epitome of everything that was wrong with alpha-owned mega corporations.
Alpha Damien was a hard-headed, micromanaging, overly dominating asshole who seemed to have never conceived the thought that he could be wrong, even for a damn minute.
The thought of being bound to such a man for the rest of my life as co-parents was enough to give me nightmares even without factoring in the fact that he was Elias’s uncle. My lips thinned as I repressed a shudder.
“Oh, Misha, I think you’d be surprised.”
Misha’s amusement dimmed a little at my dark tone.
“Are you alright?”
I let out a resigned sigh, suddenly feeling drained.
“Yes,” I said finally. “Although I’d feel a lot better if you were here and I’d finally heard back from the packs I had messages sent out to.”
Shortly after Alpha Damien took over at Cityscape, I caved and reached out to the packs that could help in retaking my pack. It was all encrypted, and Misha, the tech genius that she was, had run some software that ensured my location stayed secret. But I still hadn’t heard back from any of them.
Misha was sympathetic. “You’ll hear back from them soon,” she assured me. “Don’t worry too much about it.”
Despite my dismal mood, my lips tipped into a small smile.
“And how on earth did I land such a good, supportive friend like you?”
“I ask myself that every day,” Misha said with a dramatic sigh, feigning deep regret. “Clearly, I have a weakness for lost causes.”
Misha’s lips twitched, and then we were both laughing, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could really breathe. Once all of this wassorted out, I’d spend so much time with Misha in person that she’d be sick of me.
Misha’s playful demeanor slowly faded, her words coming with a bit of hesitancy.
“So…have you decided on what you’re going to do?”
My smile disappeared. There was only one elephant in the room. My pregnancy.
“No.” My throat tightened around the word. I couldn’t afford to keep the pregnancy. But whenever I cradled my barely noticeable bump, it was hard to remember that.
“I understand that it’s difficult,” Misha said gently. “But you need to make a decision this week.”
She was right. The four weeks the doctor gave me were almost up. At this point, not deciding would become my decision. I wiped away the tear at the corner of my eye.
“I know,” my voice shook as I spoke. “I just…I already feel so protective, even though I know I’m not ready to be a mother. I don’t have a pack or a stable home. What kind of life can I give a child when I can’t even help myself?”
“Raven,” Misha’s eyes glimmered with understanding. “You know, whatever decision you make, I’ll be right here to support you.”
“I know,” I nodded gratefully, fighting the urge to cry again. Damn hormones. “Thank you.”
“You know…” Misha started, a glint of mischief in her gaze. “There’s always the option of making Alpha Damien take responsibility. It’s his child after all. Plus, the man is loaded and hot as hell.”
I blinked at the screen, at my best friend. No way in hell. Even though Alpha Damien was admittedly hot and his wealth rivalled that of several countries, I wanted nothing to do with the man and never would.
