Page 2 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
“Don’t you think this is a bit drastic?” Misha sounded concerned. “Your mating ceremony is tomorrow. What’s the rush?”
I walked briskly, closing the distance between my room and the room in the guest quarters that had been assigned to Elias.
“Elias has been fully committed to this relationship, but I haven’t been honest with him or myself. The real reason I have been unable to be with him that way is because deep down I am scared.”
I was scared that the moment I fully committed to him, I’d lose him the same way I’d lost my parents, and I wouldn’t be able to bear the loss. It was an irrational fear and one that I’d let control me for far too long.
“But I’m tired of being afraid, Misha. I won’t let the next step of our relationship start on this foot.”
Misha clicked her teeth worriedly. “But Raven, surely this can wait till—”
“I’ll update you in the morning,” I promised, ending the call before Misha’s reasonable words could get to me.
Was this impulsive? Definitely, but if I were going to be Elias’s mate, this threshold was something I needed to cross myself. All my bold thoughts ended the moment I reached the hallway to Elias’s room.
I stared down at my casual fit, feeling silly and self-conscious. Maybe I should have worn something lacy, seductive, or—
The sound of an almost pained, low-pitched grunt filled the air, and I paused. Did that come from Elias’s room? I hurried down the hallway—
“Ivy,” A familiar voice grunted, the sound followed by unmistakable wet sucking noises. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
No. No. No. It couldn’t be.
I took a step forward even as my entire body told me to leave, and from the small crack between Elias’s partly open room door and the frame, I witnessed a scene I could never have imagined unfolding.
Elias was stillin his clothes from the earlier ceremony, only his pants were now at his knees, his face tense, his hips thrusting, and his fingers buried in the hair of the redhead kneeling at his feet. The woman pulled back from him, her tongue moving teasingly against his erection.
“Better than that frigid bitch you are getting mated to tomorrow?” Ivy quipped.
Something in me shriveled and died. My fiancé, the man I was getting mated to in hours, the man who’d just held me outside my room, the man who’d promised me forever, was cheating on me with my cousin. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. But the evidence was right in front of me.
“Are you still mad about earlier?” Elias seemed frustrated with Ivy’s abrupt pause. “You know I’m only playing this sweetheart role for you because you want this damn pack. Once she gives me the alpha position tomorrow, I can reject her and take you as my mate, giving you the Ivory Moon Pack you’ve always desired.”
My knees went weak, another avalanche of betrayal hitting me. Our relationship had all been an act for Ivy to steal my birthright?
Ivy straightened from her crouch, refusing to be pacified. “You kissed her during the ceremony,” she pouted.
Elias wrapped his arms around Ivy, kissing his way up her neck. “I also deceived her into signing over her shares in Ivory Enterprise to you last week,” his lips touched hers. “Why would I bother myself with something so petty if I wasn’t fully committed to you, Ivy?”
I went completely still with shock as I recalled how Elias had dropped in at the office to assist me since I was completely swamped between work and the preparations for our pre-mating ceremonies. Grateful for his help and completely drained, I’d signed many documents that day, some with barely a cursory glance and Elias’s input on what was important and what wasn’t.
Ivy’s bad mood dissipated with a single dark chuckle of amusement. “That wolfless runt won’t know what hit her tomorrow,” she remarked, her red lips curving into a seductive smile as she stared up at Elias. “How can I thank you for this gift, my love?”
Before Elias could respond, she was on her knees again, taking him back into her mouth.
My chest hurt with the intensity of pain so gut-wrenching that it felt almost physical. But I wasn’t just hurt, I was enraged.
I wanted to charge in and demand an explanation from the man I’d thought I loved and wring Ivy’s neck and ask what I had ever done to her to make her go this far to get to me. But the survival instincts honed from years of being bullied and pitted against Ivy’s viciousness didn’t let me.
Ivy was extremelystrong for a beta wolf, and Elias was an alpha while I was a wolfless runt, as Ivy so accurately said. After losing my wolf that night a decade ago, I was barely stronger than a human. If I walked into that room, there was little chance I would come out unscathed, if at all.
So, with shaky hands that didn’t seem to belong to me, I pulled out my cell phone, made a video recording of the couple, and left. I just left. I’d barely made it a few meters from the guesthouse when the nausea hit me, and I puked into the garden bed.
A sob of pain and anguish left my throat, and I crumbled on the cold, hard ground. I hated myself for being so weak that I couldn’t even confront them and for being so stupid that I had never seen through Elias’s act. But mostly, it just hurt. A lot.
Once more, I’d lost someone I loved. Only this time, unlike with my parents, I hadn’t really lost Elias— I’d never had him to begin with. It was all a lie. Everything. My phone buzzed, the screen lighting up as a message came in.
Misha: Good luck!
