Page 34 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
“I wonder what else he’ll give me,” I mused darkly. “Maybe it’ll be the Luna of the Shadow Thorn Pack position. Maybe it’ll be the life of the woman who framed me and stole my inheritance.”
I didn’t think it was possible for Ivy to pale further. It was. I gestured towards Eric.
“Take her.”
Eric escorted a stunned Ivy away, and the moment the door shut behind them, I collapsed on my chair, the wind going right out of my sails.
My words to Ivy had been a bluster. Alpha Damien wasn’t going to “give me” anything or go around avenging perceived slights against me. Hell, the man barely spoke to me outside our mandatory training sessions and barking commands at me at work.
And even if he did, even he couldn’t save me from my impending deadly fate. There was a hesitant knock on my door, and then Wendy pushed the door and stepped into my office, balancing a set of documents and coffee.
”Mr. Martin asked that you take the records up to accounting…I brought you a coffee,” she paused, dropping both her parcels on my desk.
I stared at Wendy, baffled at this sudden act of kindness.
“Also, the main elevators are being fixed today, so maybe use the side ones?” She offered the advice unsolicitedly.
My bafflement quickly morphed into a dark suspicion when Wendystill didn’t leave my office. Rather, she shifted on her feet awkwardly, avoiding my gaze.
“Look, about earlier…it was just a bit of harmless gossip. I won’t go to the union,” Wendy’s words sounded strained, as though even acting nice to me was difficult for her. “Please don’t tell Mr. Blackwell about it.”
Of course. She wanted the freedom to slander me while simultaneously avoiding provoking Alpha Damien. I gave her a noncommittal shrug.
“I’ll think about it.”
Wendy’s smile held the sharp edge of relief. “Thank you.”
Cautious, I didn’t touch the coffee, but I picked up the files once Wendy left, ignoring the ever-present dull pain in my lower back as I headed to accounting. I entered the side elevator.
I was almost twelve weeks along, and my first ultrasound was coming up. I had to inform Alpha Damien so he could fit it into his schedule. Then, Alpha Damien appeared out of nowhere, striding into the elevator with me. I stared.
Cutting an impressive figure in a tailored suit that sculpted a body that I knew was ripped beneath, Alpha Damien settled in next to me, and my cheeks burned as I unhelpfully recalled the last and only time we’d shared an elevator.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
“You said you didn’t want us to talk in my office. Elias is pushing for an official show of our engagement. We need to discuss your visit to the Shadow Thorn Pack,” Alpha Damien shrugged, hand on the elevator panel. “What floor?”
An official show of engagement. Of course, just stating we were engaged as grounds to delay my duel with Ivy wasn’t going to fly. I blinked, somewhat overwhelmed by how quickly everything was moving.
“The sixth floor.”
Alpha Damien clicked the button, and as the doors slid shut, I caught a glimpse of Wendy down the hallway staring at Alpha Damien, an unmistakable look of horror on her face.
The door slid shut. I frowned, confused. Why was she…the elevator jerked to a violent stop, and I lost my footing. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, catching and pulling me into Alpha Damien’s warm embrace.
Sparks erupted across my skin at his touch, a subtle heat licking up the sides of my nape as I tipped my head back only to find him staring down at me with a hooded gaze. My words were difficult coming.
“What was that?”
Alpha Damien let go of me, a soft curse leaving his lips.
“I can’t believe I forgot.” He pulled out his phone from his pocket. “Maintenance is being run today.”
As if on cue, the elevator went completely dark. My breath hitched. No. No. Alpha Damien’s words over his phone call warped, coming to me in disjointed fragments. Twenty minutes. They’d get the doors open in twenty minutes. I didn’t have twenty minutes.
My back hit the metal of the elevator. The files slipped from my stiff fingers.
“Mis— Raven?”
