Chapter:- 1

Amelia laid the stick down on the bathroom counter, where it was surrounded by four others, the plastic clattering softly against the dark marble. Knees weak, she backed away from the counter and sat heavily on the closed lid of the toilet.

When she closed her eyes, the pink plus signs swam in her mind. Five tests—four positive, one negative.

Amelia was, most definitely, pregnant.

She buried her face in her palms, her lips quivering as hot tears brimmed in her eyes. Her lips parted with a tiny sob and a sniffle.

She was pregnant.

She really was.

And she had no idea who the father of her child was.

Flashback (two months ago)

"This place is awesome, isn't it?" Emily grinned. "I've been dying to take you here."

"Yeah, it's great." Amelia scrutinized the club before turning back at Emily and smiling. "How did you know about this place?"

"Ben had suggested it." Emily lifted up her glass of martini to her lips.

Amelia followed Emily's action and drank her own, even though she didn't like it at all. "So, uh, you just turned 18, huh? Did you run your mate?"

"No, but I know my mate, so don't worry about it." Emily took another sip of her martini.

"Really? Then tell me, Who is he?" Amelia threw a playful smile at her best friend.

Emily raises her eyebrows in amusement. "You will know soon. Wait for Ben; he will know too."

Ameila laughed out loud, drawing attention to herself and Emily. "To think that he knows before me is actually hurting my felling's Emi."

"Your pain is my gain, besti." Emily said it teasingly. "And remember our plan: today you are going to sleep with your Alpha and make him yours. You already promised me my birthday gift. I already set up a room for you," she whispers in the last part.

Amelia blushed. "I'm scared, but you are right; I don't want anyone to take him away from me. I already see him as my Alpha."

After One Hour:

Amelia stood in the corner of the club, silently cursing herself for letting Emily drag her there, and now she leaves. She hated large groups of people, and they knew it, but if she wasn't there, Emily wouldn't plan a special night for her and Ben.

Speaking of Ben, she watched him float through the crowds of bodies; Emily was dancing with him now. Amelia shook her head, thinking they could do so much better. Her best friend and her boyfriend are always on good terms.

But her parents—Amelia's parents—hate Ben, especially her father.

She snaps out of her seat when she sees Ben, who somehow looks pissed. "What?"

Amelia let out a deep breath. "Nothing; I am just getting bored. Can we go somewhere else?"

Ben just smirked, "Nope. This is your best friend's 18th birthday; just enjoy Amelia. Stop being selfish for a night."

Amelia just hung her head in defeat. "Ok."

"Great, you promised her one night out, and that is what you are going to get. So, you have a few more hours to loosen up! And drink this."

"I don't want to drink alcohol, Ben."

Ben rolls his eyes again. "I know you are your father's good girl, Ami, but can you please do this for me and for Emily? She especially sends this for you."

Amelia looks towards Emily, who is still dancing. She winks towards her, which makes Amelia brush. Maybe if she loosens up a little, she can give herself to Ben. So, Ameila just nodded her head, took the drink from her boyfriend, and drank it in a single gulp.

It was hot. So unbearably hot. That was Amelia's first thought as she drifted up into consciousness from a horrible night's sleep. She'd tossed and turned all night, feeling like her body was on fire. Sweat soaked her tangled sheets. As her eyes fluttered open, she groaned. Her whole body ached with a pain that she'd never felt before. She wasn't hurt. Was she ill?

All she wanted was to pull her pillow over her eyes, shielding them from the blinding light coming through the bedroom window. But she couldn't do that.

With a heavy sigh, she tries to untangle herself from her sweat-soaked linens and climbs out of bed. A shower is what she needed. A cold shower. Midway to her bathroom, she stopped. A thick, warm liquid was running down the back of her legs. Reaching around, she wiped at the wetness. It only took an instant to realize where it was coming from.

She opens her eyes instantly, and she looks towards her surroundings, and then she looks towards the bed. Sweat covered her brow and soaked her body. In that moment, she knew. She knew what was happening.

Emily's birthday party, Ben, and... and the drink. She got drunk somehow.

Somehow, she sleeps with someone else. The wetness running down her legs was slick and cumbersome. Fear filled his belly at the ramifications of what this meant.

The unknown Alpha is still sleeping, and his back is facing Amelia. She sleeps with someone else by mistake; she cheated on her boyfriend, her Alpha.

But how? Where is Emily? Where is Ben? How didn't they see her?

Amelia had to get out of this place as fast as she could. Stripping off her sweat-soaked t-shirt, she dressed as fast as she could. She glanced at the clock. It was 5:25 a.m.

She looks back at the unknown Alpha, whose back is still facing her, and wishes to never see him again.

The old door creaked as she opened it. Sticking her head out, the corridor was quiet and empty. This was good. Slipping quietly out of the room, she ran down the corridor. She ran through corridors, down flights of stairs, and finally reached the front door of the club, not making a sound. The whole place was quiet. No one saw her. Pushing the heavy main doors open, she stepped out into a cold, brisk morning. With the doors of the club falling shut behind her, she glanced back.

She slept with an unknown Alpha and cheated on her own boyfriend. With a heavy sigh, she set off on a run, not bothering to look back.

Two days later:

"Don't touch me!" Ben yelled; he looks furious.

"Ben, let me explain," Amelia started.

"No! You don't get to explain yourself!" Ben began to storm off, but Amelia grabbed him.

"Let me explain, please." Amelia said it pleadingly. "Please." Ben only looked at her, but since he didn't try to pull away, Amelia took it as a sign to begin.

"Look, I had a plan to give myself to you, Ben, but I don't know how I..." Ben cut her off with a snort.

"I wasn't looking for any action or anything because I have you." Ben pushed Amelia off of him.

"Ben. I swear, I don't know how I even got drunk or how that Alpha Amelia tried to take Ben's hand in hers, but Ben pulled away.

"Please give me a second chance. I swear to my parents, it won't happen again." Amelia pleaded with Ben to forgive her, but Ben just couldn't do it. All he did was shake his head, trying to hold back the tears that were beginning to form, and walk off.

Amelia starts crying and looks towards her best friend, who is also standing and listing everything.

"Emily, I swear, I don't know how."

Emily shook her head and gave her a small smile. "Don't worry, Ami; I will talk to him. He was just hurt. Just don't worry."

Emily hugs her last and then follows Ben.

It's been two months, and Amelia hasn't heard anything from Ben or Emily. First, she thought it would take time because Ben is hurt, but she is sure that Emily will make things right.

But now, she really doesn't have much time. She will message Emily, and if she doesn't reply to her,.

Then Amelia will tell her parents everything.

One Week Later:

"You're awfully quiet, dear." Jen, Amelia's mother, observed her, who was sitting tensely beside her and her mate Bradnon.

She barely said a word since she arrived to help her father with some packing. "Darling, whatever it is swirling inside that pretty head of yours, you know you can tell me, right?"

"Are you going to break up with that good-for-nothing Alpha?" Brandon interrupts his mate.

"I already told you he is not good for you, my friend Ale..."

"I'm pregnant." Amelia abruptly blurted, cutting her father in the middle.

Brandon blinked. "I'm sorry...what?"

"I'm pregnant, dad." Amelia repeated, gingerly glancing at her parents. "I am two months pregnant."

"I...I know that you don't like my relationship with Ben, and we've been together for only a few months... but dad, actually." Amelia added nervously.

"When I go out with Emily, I get drunk, and then I..."

"You need to get rid of it." Her father's expression held no emotion.

"What?" Ameila paled.

"Get rid of it; get an abortion." Brandon said it coldly.

"Dad, let's...let's talk this through." Amelia tried to remain calm. "I know this is shocking news, and it's totally understandable to be anxious and...and frightened. Let's calm down first, and then we can start discussing this, okay? Mom, please make dad understand."

"Let me get this straight, girl." Her father exhaled harshly. "We don't want it. We don't care if we're financially or emotionally ready for this because we simply don't want it. You are not even presented yet, and you got pregnant. Did you know how much shame you bring for us?"

"But dad, how can I kill my own child? Mom, please help me." Amelia retaliated.

"Listen to your father, dear." Her mother sighed.

"You're young, so why would you trouble yourself with this burden? Just get the abortion, and you'll see that I'm right."

"MOM."

"Stop shouting, Amelia." Her father glared at her.

"Ok, you want this child fine; Jen calls that stupid Alpha boy. I need to talk to him, and then I will decide what to do with that thing."

Amelia gulps; she is scared now that this child is not Ben's, and if Ben tells her dad this, her father will definitely try to kill her child.

No, she can't let this happen; she needs to talk to Emily now.