Page 19 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
He tore my panties off in one smooth movement, his fingers finding me slick with arousal. Beep.
Alpha Damien let out an almost pained grunt.
“Raven,” he whispered my name as though it was a prayer. Beep.
I licked my lips, tasting him on me as I spread my legs wider, raising my hips, silently urging him further and—
The continuous shrill sounds of beeping grew louder, and the harder I tried to hold on to the dream, the faster it fell apart.
His fingers curled inside me.
“Raven—”
I woke up, drenched and shaky with need, his name on my lips. My phone was going off loudly in the background. I let out a soft curse at myself for indulging in yet another dream about him, reaching out for my phone only for my heart to come to a stop as I struggled to process the notifications that were popping up on my screen.
The packs I’d reached out to for help had finally reached back to me. All of them. Simultaneously. My heart sank to my stomach once I noticed that, and opening the messages only confirmed what I’d suspected. The messages all read similarly. They wouldn’t risk falling out with my uncle to help me.
None of them would support my claim. Elder Dawson and Ivy had gotten to them first. But it wasn’t just the packs that had contacted me. I had an email from the clinic as well.
Miss Caine,this is Dr. Warner’s office.
We are writing to remind you that the window for a safe and non-complicated termination procedure is closing.
If you still intend to proceed, please schedule your appointment for next week within the next 72 hours. Delay beyond this period may pose serious health risks and reduce your available options.
Please contact the clinic as soon as possible.
My hands trembled, and my phone fell from my grasp. I’d been putting off the procedure for weeks. But time had run out. I had to face reality. I had no allies. If Ivy and Elder Dawson had really gotten to the neutral packs, it was only a matter of time before they found me.
Even if they didn’t, I couldn’t hide the pregnancy at work much longer. I would soon start to show. And my dreams of Alpha Damien were only just dreams. There was nothing there, and I had no intention of using a child to change that. My fingers shook as I picked up the phone.
“I…”My voice trembled, and a tear slid down my cheek. “I’d like to schedule an appointment.”
Chapter Seven
Damien
Raven Caine was fast becoming the bane of my existence.
Dark lashes fluttered against her dewy, pale skin, her slender shoulders tense, eyebrows drawing together into an unreasonably attractive frown as she absent-mindedly twirled her pen between her fingers, her teeth catching her lower lip in a surprisingly sensual tug.
My personal assistant took the minutes of the meeting, seemingly unaware of the fact that she held the undivided attention of every red-blooded male in the room.
A possessive growl rumbled to life in the back of my throat as I caught Trenton Fauner, the real estate mogul client I should have been focused on, stealing an admiring glance at Raven.
“Miss Caine,” I snapped, and that emerald green gaze that had consumed my thoughts for far too long latched onto mine. I frowned, my anger growing exponentially.
“Your services are no longer needed here,” I informed her gruffly. “Get Wendy. She’s better suited for this task.”
The entire room fell silent, and Raven flushed, visibly embarrassed, the redness on her cheeks spreading below her neck, and I had a sudden stray thought, wondering how far down that flushwould go. Raven straightened her shoulders, a stubborn glint in her eyes.
“Mr Blackwell, I—”
I didn’t let her finish.
“I won’t repeat myself, Miss Caine.”
Trenton Fauner shifted in his seat, a patronising smile on his thin lips.
