Page 45 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
Beyond annoyed, I smacked his arm.
“So much for being sorry. You are incorrigible.”
The sides of Alpha Damien’s lips twitched with amusement, and my anxiety about the scan was fully replaced by an immense desire to throttle him. In the end, Alpha Damien was right. The scan was safe. Far quicker than I’d expected, too.
As the doctor moved the probe over the cool gel on my belly, briefly describing the image displayed on the monitor, Alpha Damien’s eyes stayed on me, not the baby on the screen. He offered me an encouraging smile, my hand still in his grasp. And when we finally looked at the screen, it was together.
And there the fetus was. Throbbing with life. My heart expanded with love, joy, and so much emotion that tears sprang to my eyes. It wasn’t fully formed, yet somehow, it was perfect. It was mine. Ours.
My gaze flicked to Alpha Damien, and the sheer expression of joy I saw on his face sent a dangerous jolt through my chest because when Alpha Damien wasn’t being an asshole, I no longer knew what to do or how to feel.
Two weeks after my ultrasound,I woke up with a cold. It was a human ailment I’d never had before, my werewolf genes protecting me even though I was wolfless, but I heard rumors it could happen in Omega wolf pregnancies.
I hated it. And it wasn’t just because of the fact that it was yet another proof of my weakness, it just simply sucked. My throat was scratchy, and I couldn’t get warm enough, no matter how many layers I had on. My skin burned with a heat that made my heartbeat slow, my vision blur, and my mind feel hazy.
“The client at Wilfords wants an in-person inspection,” Wendy’s tone was too shrill for my hearing, which seemed far more sensitive than it had been yesterday. “You will be escorting him to the site by noon.”
I’d wanted to skip work so badly, but doing so would have fed thealready frenzied nepotism rumors flying around about Alpha Damien and me. I didn’t have much work scheduled anyway, so it would be fine, or so I’d thought, only for Wendy to barge into my office literally in the middle of my lunch break to make demands of me. I stared at her blankly.
“Isn’t that case assigned to you?”
Acting like I hadn’t spoken, Wendy shoved my half-eaten lunch off my desk before dropping off a stack of documents, a condescending tone seeping into her voice.
“These are the first set of documents you need to go through.”
Staring at the spilled lunch, I’d have to clean off; I decided I’d had enough.
“I already told you,” I bit out, ignoring the flare of pain in my throat at the exertion. “I won’t be doing work assigned to you anymore.”
Wendy’s bold red lips curled up into a mocking, victorious smirk.
“Oh, you’ll do whatever I want you to, Raven,” she said confidently. “You think you are a social pariah at work now? Wait till everyone discovers how you are pushing your work onto other underprivileged people simply because you are screwing the boss.”
My lips parted with shock, and it took me several moments to gather my words.
“I don’t—” I started to defend myself, only to pause as a thought suddenly occurred to me. “You knew the side elevator wasn’t working the day you sent me to accounting.”
My suspicions were affirmed when Wendy continued to stare at me blankly without even attempting to refute my accusation. My lips parted with genuine shock.
“Wendy, I could have gotten seriously hurt.” If Alpha Damien hadn’t gotten trapped with me, I could have been trapped for hours or worse. Definitely worse.
“Too bad that didn’t happen,” Wendy rolled her eyes, her sharp gaze meeting mine with a surprising amount of venom. “If you don’t want another ‘accident,’ I suggest you hop to it. Or else—”
“And what accident would you be referring to, Miss Falcon?” AlphaDamien’s glacial cool yet unquestionably authoritative voice boomed as he stepped into my office.
Wendy jumped, her eyes widening almost comically before she hurriedly spun to face him.
“Mr. Blackwell. This is—” she started to explain, but he didn’t let her finish.
“Have your desk cleaned out in five minutes, Miss Falcon.” His gaze was dark and dangerous, an unspoken threat in his voice. “Also, don’t bother trying to get another job anywhere in this city.”
Maybe it was common sense, or it was Wendy’s survival instinct finally kicking in, but she didn’t try to argue with Alpha Damien before racing out of my office like death was on her heels.
And there went any hope of ever clearing my name at work. I shuffled onto my feet, meeting Alpha Damien’s dark gaze.
“I could have handled—”
My words were cut off abruptly as Alpha Damien took my hand in his, leading me out of my office without any explanation. Startled, I tried to free my hand from his grasp.
