Chapter 4

Neoma’s POV

I sat there, staring blankly at Dr. Phil as he continued his long-winded explanation about how a terrible mistake had been made—how they had accidentally used the wrong sperm donor. How they had accidentally inseminated me with someone else’s child.

But no matter how much he talked, I wasn’t really listening. My mind was clouded with shock, my chest tightening with every passing second.

This had to be some kind of nightmare. It couldn’t be real.

Me? Pregnant with a werewolf’s child? Not just any werewolf, but a powerful alpha. The very creatures I detested.

How had my life spiraled into this mess?

Just about few minutes ago, I had come here expecting him to tell me yes about my decision to abort the pregnancy or better still schedule me on the day to carry out the abortion, only for Dr. Phil to drop the biggest bombshell of my life.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, I am hearing this, just about hour of walking in on my boyfriend, Patrick, in bed with another woman—a werewolf.

It was like fate was playing some twisted joke on me.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palm. I needed to wake up from this nightmare. Slowly, I reached down and pinched my arm hard. A sharp pain shot through me, but the scene in front of me didn’t disappear. The walls of the office where Dr. Phil and I are sat were still here, the scent of hospital antiseptic strong in the air, and Dr. Phil was still staring at me with that hesitant look on his face.

This is real.

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to stay composed. Finally, I spoke, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

“Fine. I understand that one of your nurses made a mistake. We’re all human; mistakes happen. But I don’t want this pregnancy. I want it removed.”

Dr. Phil’s eyes widened slightly, his lips parting like he hadn’t expected me to say that. “Neoma… you don’t seem to understand.”

Oh, I understood perfectly. They had screwed up, and I was the one paying the price.

Dr. Phil sighed, stood up and ran a hand through his aging face with frustration before speaking again, this time slower. “Neoma, you can’t be the only one to make this decision. The father—the sperm donor—has a right to be involved in this.”

I stiffened. “Excuse me?” I asked, my voice slowly displaying my composed irritation.

“The father of the child,” he repeated, “needs to be included in the decision.”

I blinked at him, my anger rising like a fire set to dry wood. Father of the child? The words echoed in my mind, making my blood boil. He dared to stand there and tell me about a father when I hadn’t even asked for this? They were the ones who made the mistake!

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold in my frustration, but when he kept talking about how the sperm donor had a right to give his opinion, I snapped.

“What do you mean he has a say in this?! This isn’t up for discussion! I didn’t ask for this child, not with a werewolf! and I sure as hell don’t need permission to get rid of it!” I shouted, my voice filled with frustration.

Dr. Phil looked taken aback, his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to say something, but before he could, the door to his office swung open with force.

I turned sharply, and my breath caught in my throat.

A man stepped inside—tall, broad-shouldered, and ridiculously handsome. His dark hair was thick, slightly tousled, and his sharp jawline gave him a look of dominance that sent an odd shiver down my spine. He radiated power, the kind that made the air feel heavier, like he could control the whole damn room without saying a word.

Gosh! He was damn handsome! He was so built that one can mistake him for a roman warrior.

But his face… his expression was pure anger.

His grey eyes, piercing and calculating, locked onto me. Even though I was still siting, his eyes seems like it pinned me in place like I was prey. There was something about his gaze that made my stomach tighten, an odd mix of fear and alluring.

Then, he shifted his attention to Dr. Phil. “I’ve been waiting for you. Tell me you’ve spoken to the human.”

Human?

My blood ran cold.

No.

No way.

He wasn’t—

Dr. Phil turned to me and pointed. “Here she is. She’s the one. Though, she’s refusing.”

A strange silence filled the room as the man turned back to me, this time his gaze sweeping over me with scrutiny, like he was assessing every inch of me. His eyes flickered to my stomach, and then suddenly, it clicked.

He was the alpha.

He was the man whose sperm had been mistakenly used.

I swallowed hard, my body tensing.

He stepped forward towards my direction, although, he wasn’t close but, his presence was overwhelming. Then, in a voice so deep and commanding it made my skin prickle, he said, “You’re keeping that child. And you’d better not do anything stupid.”

His tone wasn’t just a statement—it was an order.

Something inside me snapped.

I stood up fiercely with anger that was boiling in every part of my body.

Who the hell is he to tell me what to do with my body! 

I moved closer to him and stood face to face with him. “Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t get to tell me what to do with my body! I am not keeping this child, and you have no right to force me!”

He growled.

A low, threatening growl rumbled in his chest.

It was then I realized just how close we were, the breeze of his breath was warm against my face. I could feel the raw power radiating from him, an intensity that sent my pulse racing. But I refused to back down.

His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as he studied me. “I have every right. That child is mine.”

“Your mistake, you mean! I never asked for this! I don’t even like werewolves!” I snapped.

His lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer. “And yet, here you are, carrying one.”

I hated the way he said that, like he was mocking me, like I was some fool who had no control over her own life.

I wanted to slap that smug look off his face.

I wanted to scream at the universe for putting me in this situation.

But more than anything, I wanted out.

I took a step back, glaring up at him. “I don’t care who you are. This is my body, and I decide what happens to it.”

I didn’t even want to hear him say another word, and immediately, I stormed out of the room.

Werewolf or whatever alpha he is, I don’t like him; that is for sure.