Fifteen minutes later I was walking out of his office in his large shirt which covered me like a huge knee length dress.I was walking back to the pack house in shame,he didn't even stop me after we had both released. This sex was filled with anger and frustration,I looked at my bloody fingers and sighed. Maybe I shouldn't have ripped his back skin open.After we were done with each other he looked as if he was in pain,I had just grabbed his shirt which he didn't protest against since he was the one who ripped my cloths to shreds.He just stared at me still clouded with lust as I walked out. Alpha's had major problems controlling their sexual appetite and he had just proved it. It took him so much self control to let me walk out but he eventually did after I threatened to burn down his office.I had made up my mind though,I was leaving and he could have Bella all to himself. Jake was just too much for me to handle,too possessive,dominant,short tempered ,wild,bi-polar and just insane. I
London,I was finally here and it was amazing. I have never felt so free and satisfied. A whole year had passed with so much drama and fights but finally I had gained the courage to move away from it all.I was gazing at the large office buildings and malls while the taxi driver drove me to my new apartment. My mother had it all planned out before I could even protest,my plan was to not involve anyone in my quest for a new beginning but my mother rebuked me from excluding her in my life. She won the argument by bringing up how lonely she was especially after losing my dad.I breathed in deep "you can do this Prisca,you can do this."I reassured myself. We arrived at my apartment complex,it was really nice, nothing fancy just simple and neat. I entered the brown building and the owner of the property showed me to my apartment. Her name was Mrs Rosa Lewis Adelaide. A short red headed middle aged woman,she wasn't bad at all just a little bit talkative and she was also Spanish."So just make
"What took you so long?" I asked, rolling my eyes as I locked the door behind me and walked out. Fatima stood there, looking effortlessly gorgeous.She was dressed to kill: black skintight leather pants that hugged her curves, a see-through grey tank top that showed just enough to turn heads, and black biker boots that made her look like she had just stepped out of a fashion shoot. Her makeup was flawless, with smokey eyes and bold red lipstick that matched her fierce attitude. She had her long, dark hair tied back in a high ponytail, giving her an air of power and danger."I'm only thirty minutes late, geez," she huffed, giving me a once-over. "But damn, you look beautiful. Yummy, even." She smirked as she gave me a playful wink.I laughed, shaking my head. "Thanks, you look hot too. Every guy at that club is going to be drooling all over you."She grinned mischievously. "And I’ll smack every single one of them if they even think about messing up my outfit." She slid into the driver'
“Congratulations, ma’am! You’re four and a half weeks pregnant,” Dr. Shaw, the physician attending to me, said, her face lit up with a wide, genuine smile.I sat frozen in place, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly. “What?” I screeched so loudly that Dr. Shaw winced.Her smile faltered slightly. “You’re pregnant,” she repeated, though the cheerfulness in her voice was now tinged with hesitation, as if she expected me to bolt out of the room.My mind went numb, racing in a hundred directions all at once. Pregnant? How could that be? “But how? This can’t be true. I can’t be pregnant… you don’t understand!”Fatima, standing next to me, let out a long sigh. “Prisca, did you by any chance have... random sex with someone? Maybe an ex-boyfriend or something?”I barely heard her as my mind began to piece things together, trying to make sense of this impossible news. Pregnant? I hadn’t had sex since moving to London. My stomach dropped as realization hit me like a punch to the
**Unknown’s POV**I slipped into the public restroom, double-checking that it was empty before locking the stall door behind me. My senses heightened as I scanned the air, confirming there was no one else around. Satisfied, I pulled out my phone. This was important. I didn’t have the luxury of going through the beta. Not for this.The Alpha’s number was saved under an encrypted contact, one that very few in the pack had access to. The line barely rang before it was answered."Report," came the Alpha's voice, deep and commanding. Even through the phone, I could feel his authority—a presence so powerful that it could make the air itself feel heavier.“Alpha, I’ve got news from England.” My voice was steady, knowing full well that this report was not one to deliver lightly.A long, deep breath came from the other end, and even though I couldn’t see him, I knew his patience was wearing thin. “I don’t have time for riddles, warrior. Speak.”I swallowed hard, cutting straight to the point. “
I didn’t know if I was being paranoid or just losing my mind, but a bad feeling was gnawing at me—a very bad feeling. It was as if he were lurking just outside my door, and that sense of dread had me packing my bags. At first, I tried to brush it off, dismissing it as just a little nudge in my gut. But when I woke up today, that nudge had escalated to a full-blown push, screaming for my attention.My heart raced, sweat coating my forehead as I shoved clothes into my suitcase. I had called Fatima, telling her that my mother had suffered a stroke in Italy and that I needed to rush to the hospital. She hadn’t questioned me too much, thankfully, as I rambled through my excuses. I hated lying to her, but the truth—that I could sense my crazy hybrid husband nearby—was something I couldn’t share.I didn’t have much to pack, so it didn’t take long to finish. I had already taken a warm shower around 6 a.m., and now, at 8 a.m., I made my way to the living room with my bags. My heart felt like it
“I am not going anywhere with you!” I exclaimed, my eyes wide. After everything I had endured, I couldn’t just give it all up without a fight. He groaned, running a frustrated hand through his tousled hair. “I thought you didn’t want me to kill your friend?”“Stop threatening her! Fatima has nothing to do with this! Leave her out of it,” I growled, my anger flaring. The last thing I wanted was for her to be involved in this twisted game.“I wouldn’t have to threaten her if you’d just come with me willingly,” he replied, his tone dripping with boredom as if my defiance was nothing more than an inconvenience.I felt the urge to slap him again, the heat of my anger surging through me. “I’ve built my life here! I have friends, a house, and a job. Why can’t you just stay out of my life without bothering me?” I shot back, my voice tinged with desperation. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “You knew what you were doing when you ran away with my child. You knew it would all end
“Would you let go of me, you brute!” Fatima screamed at Chris, her voice echoing with a mix of anger and fear. When she looked up and saw his glowing eyes and sharp teeth, she screamed even louder before falling silent. Just like that, she fainted in his arms.Panic surged through me as I rushed toward her limp body. “Is she okay? Oh my God, this is bad!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I felt the beginnings of a panic attack creeping in.“Relax, she’s fine. She just passed out; her breathing is normal,” Jake said, his tone calm as he pulled me away from Fatima and into his arms. For a brief moment, I considered pulling away, but instead, I found myself feeling calm, comfortable, and safe nestled against him. Ugh, stupid hormones! This pregnancy was going to drive me insane.Chris cradled Fatima in his arms, carrying her bridal style toward the SUV parked nearby. I widened my eyes in disbelief. “Hey! Wait...what do you think you’re doing? Where are you taking her?” I asked, confusion