I am pregnany!

His lips pressed against mine with a desperate hunger, his hands roaming across my body, igniting a fire within me. A moan escaped my throat, but it was almost drowned out by his harsh words.

“Is this what you’ve become?” Areen sneered, dragging his finger along my lower lip. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already moaning. How pathetic.”

His words cut deep, but I couldn’t focus on them. His touch was a drug, pulling me under, and despite the venom in his voice, I found myself craving him even more. My eyes remained closed as his hands wandered, exploring, until he gripped my breast roughly, making me gasp his name.

“Areen,” I breathed out, my voice trembling.

He chuckled darkly, his mouth descending to my ear. "Come on, baby. Let the whole house hear you. You love being treated like this, don’t you? A slut, always desperate for more."

He was hurting me—not just with his cruel words but with his actions, as if he had the right to possess me completely. His mouth moved to my nipple, sucking hard, before releasing it with a loud pop. The sting made my chest ache, but it wasn’t just physical—it was the humiliation that twisted inside me. His hands moved lower, teasing, torturing.

When his fingers brushed against me, I gasped, my breath becoming shallow as a wetness pooled between my legs. "Please, Areen," I begged, clutching the sheets tightly. "Stop. I can’t take it."

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "You wanted to know what kind of man I am, right? Then you’ll learn tonight. From this moment on, you'll only remember my name."

His eyes blazed with intensity, and before I could respond, he thrust into me without warning. His movements were harsh, unforgiving, as though trying to prove a point—his point.

“Ahh, Areen, please—slower!” I cried out, the pain consuming me.

But he didn’t listen. He pinned me down, his voice cold as ice. "It’s meant to hurt."

Each thrust was like a punishment, and my body trembled, caught in the cruel rhythm of his domination. Just as I felt myself on the edge of screaming, he covered my mouth with his hand, silencing me.

“I hate you,” he growled, his voice laced with disgust. “You’re nothing but a desperate, lustful woman. This is all you deserve.”

I felt his words tear into me, deeper than the physical pain. He finished with one final brutal thrust, spilling himself inside me, his actions degrading me, reducing me to nothing more than an object of his control.

When he finally pulled away, leaving me trembling and broken, he looked down at me with disdain. "I’ve proved I’m man enough. But you? You’ve proven you’re not woman enough."

His words stung like a whip, and I felt as though a part of me had died in that moment. He left without a second glance, leaving me alone in my shame and despair.

I sat up, the pain in my body matched only by the ache in my heart. My tears flowed freely as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my voice a quiet, bitter whisper.

“I never wanted this. I never wanted him to break me like this. But what choice do I have? I need to get pregnant. That’s the only way I’ll ever win his love.”

The thought made me sick, but it was my reality now. I couldn’t back down. I had to make it happen—whatever it took. I closed my eyes and prayed, silently begging that this time, I’d be carrying his child.

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Next Month

The days had crawled by, and now my period was late. My heart raced with anxiety. Could it be? Could I finally be pregnant?

Without wasting a moment, I called for Lina, and she arrived quickly, her face full of concern.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

“Nothing’s okay,” I blurted out, panic rising in my chest. “I think I’m pregnant.”

Lina’s eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. “Oh my God, this can’t be happening. Alpha Areen will be furious.”

Her words sent a jolt of fear through me, but I forced myself to stay calm. "He’ll be upset, yes. But eventually, he’ll accept me... and the child. He’ll have to."

Lina looked doubtful, but I was too determined to let her doubts overshadow my hope.

“Please, bring me a pregnancy test,” I said, my voice firm.

She nodded and left, and I was left alone with my swirling thoughts. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited, the fear and hope battling within me. When she returned with the kit, I rushed to the bathroom, my hands shaking as I prepared myself for the test.

I whispered under my breath, "This is it."

Following the instructions, I waited with baited breath, my stomach twisting with anticipation. When the result finally appeared, my heart skipped a beat. Positive.

“I’m pregnant,” I whispered in disbelief, my voice choked with emotion.

Joy flooded me, and I placed a hand gently over my stomach, calming myself. “I have to be careful now. There’s a baby inside me. I can’t mess this up.”

I stepped out of the bathroom, and Lina rushed to me, her face full of concern.

“What happened? I heard you scream,” she asked, her voice full of worry.

I tried to act upset, but I couldn’t contain my joy any longer. I grabbed her hand, my eyes shining with happiness.

“I’m pregnant!” I exclaimed.

Lina’s face lit up in shock, then joy, before she squealed in excitement. "Oh my God, you’re pregnant! This is amazing!"

We celebrated together, but our moment was interrupted by a maid who entered with a message.

“Alpha Areen is calling for you,” she said, her voice steady.

This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. It was time to tell him