Page 18 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
“Even if he weren’t an arrogant, domineering, demeaning asshole whom I can’t stand, Damien Blackwell is my boss and Elias’s uncle,” I deadpanned flatly. “One mistake and I’ll wind up right back in the Ivory Moon Pack without any chance of escaping.”
But it didn’t change the fact that I was carrying his child—a childhe knew nothing about and that I wasn’t sure I could keep, no matter how much I wanted to. I rubbed my temple, suddenly feeling a migraine coming on.
“The last thing I need right now is for my life to get any messier. Besides, I want nothing more to do with that family.”
Misha eyed me suspiciously as though she wasn’t entirely convinced by my words.
“You sure about that, Raven?”
An image of Alpha Damien popped up unsolicitedly into my mind, and I found that I couldn’t answer Misha. Not truthfully, at least.
I didn’t feel good.And it wasn’t just because I’d been up all night revising my damn pitch. I’d been throwing up all morning, even though I could have sworn I was over the morning sickness phase.
Shaking off my lethargy, I made my way into Alpha Damien’s personal office to turn in my work. I’d barely taken two steps in when my vision blurred at the edges. I tried to steady myself, but my body was unbalanced and off-kilter.
“Miss Caine—” I heard Alpha Damien’s gruff voice, but my world had already shifted. My knees buckled beneath me, and before I could hit the ground, a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around my waist, firm and unyielding.
“Raven?”
His scent of dark cedar with the warmest citrus notes clung to me, and my eyes flew open as I felt the solid wall of Alpha Damien’s chest pressed against me, his other hand going beneath my knees. My fingers instinctively clutched the lapel of his tailored suit jacket, my heart racing in my chest as I processed how little space lay between us.
I tilted my head back to glance up at Alpha Damien, only to find him already staring at me. My belly flopped at the intensity of his gaze that tracked from the arch of my brow to the corner of my lips. Alpha Damien let go of me suddenly without any warning, and I stumbled,almost falling to the ground. I blinked, dazed, heat rushing to my cheeks.
“ I’m sorry, Mr Blackwell,” I said quickly, flushed with embarrassment as I steadied myself. “I didn’t mean…I’m just a little under the weather today.”
Alpha Damien’s jaw clenched, and the air between us thickened with a feeling so intangible yet so pervasive that it sent a ripple of heat down my spine. I ignored it, cleared my throat, and extended the file I held to him.
“I’ve made the amendments you requested.”
Alpha Damien took it without a word, and our fingers brushed. I sucked in a breath at the static current that pulsed through me at the contact, and I immediately pulled my hand away, unable to comprehend how just a graze of his touch set me alight when I could barely stand the man.
Alpha Damien didn’t seem to notice as he flipped through the file, his thick eyebrows drawing together.
“It’s…” Alpha Damien paused for too long.
Goddess, was he going to reject this pitch again?
Alpha Damien closed the file and raised his eyes to me.
“You’ll be assisting Wendy with the planning for the anniversary gala,” he said finally.
I didn’t move an inch.
“And my pitch?”
He gave me an unreadable look that almost seemed…annoyed.
“Your pitch is amenable. I suppose you’ll be keeping your job for now, Miss Caine.”
It almost sounded like a threat.
Jerk.
It was onlynatural that after a threat like that, Alpha Damien would be in my dreams that night. I knew that I’d regret it the coming morning,the way I did every erotic fantasy that starred him front and center in my mind. But none of that mattered in my dreams.
His large, ripped body cradled mine, his skin hot, little beads of sweat forming, as our bodies rubbed and glided against each other, his lips conquering mine. I lost myself. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, my senses tingling, blood heating, and my nipples beading and aching for him.
“Raven,” Alpha Damien growled as he lifted me onto his desk, clearing it with a sweep of his arm, his voice, deep and rough, curled around my name like a promise. My mind short-circuited. I panted desperately against his skin as his fingers pushed up my dress. Beep.
