Pregnant for The Three Alpha's

NataliaThe sun's rays filtered through the canopy of trees, dappling the forest floor as I ran through the woods. My paws thudded rhythmically on the leaf-strewn ground, the wind ruffling my fur. As I leaped over fallen logs and ducked under low-hanging branches, I felt utterly free. This was my element. My name is Natalia and I am the daughter of the Alpha of the Wild Crest Pack. For as long as I can remember, I have been groomed to one day take over and become the Alpha myself. It was my solemn duty and greatest honor. I had just finished my training for the day with some of our best warriors, working on combat skills and battle tactics. As the future Alpha, I needed to be ready to defend our pack at a moment's notice. My mentor Rylan was impressed with how much I had improved, even beating him in our last sparring match. "You're getting fast, Nat," he had chuckled, picking himself up off the ground. "Pretty soon you won't need me around at all."I had grinned, shifting back into

NataliaThe van came to a jolting halt, tires crunching on gravel. As the doors were wrenched open, I blinked against the sudden brightness, taking in my new surroundings. I was at the heart of the Night Walker's pack grounds - a sprawling, heavily fortified complex. While it appeared modern and almost civilized, there was an undeniable sinister edge to the entire place. Heavy gates and high concrete walls topped with curled barbed wire surrounded the compound. Guards with guns and fangs patrolled constantly. Everywhere I looked, the Night Walker's symbol was on proud display - a menacing black wolf with blood-red eyes.As I was forcibly dragged out of the van, raucous jeers and taunts rose up from the crowds of Night Walkers milling about. I kept my head high, refusing to show any weakness, but inside I was trembling. I was deep in enemy territory now, completely at their mercy.The guards hauled me straight to a administrative building and into a sterile white room. A bored-looking

NatalieThe harsh clanging of the wakeup bell jolted me from uneasy sleep. Bleary-eyed, I sat up on my thin mattress, the frigid morning air raising goosebumps on my skin. Around me, the other slaves were rising sluggishly to start another day of endless menial labor. I quickly splashed some water on my face from the basin in the corner and got dressed. The roughspun slave uniform, a plain black knee-length dress. It offered little warmth or comfort, but it was all we had. At least today was Distribution Day - the one small bright spot in our otherwise dismal existence. Once a week, the Alphas granted us slaves a slightly larger meal as reward for adequate service. It was the closest thing we had to a celebration. Stomach growling, I joined the procession of slaves trudging toward the dining hall.Inside, long wooden tables and benches filled the drafty room. Harsh fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow over the scarred wood and concrete floors. The hall could easily seat two hundred

LucasSunlight streamed into my suite, stirring me from luxurious sleep. I stretched lazily beneath the silken sheets, reveling in the feel of the superfine threads against my bare skin. Only the finest for an Alpha in the making.With a yawn, I rolled out of bed and headed for the massive walk-in shower, already imagining which of my cars I would take out for a drive later. The sleek midnight blue Ferrari, perhaps, or the classic cherry red Mustang convertible. Choices filled my world.Steam billowed around me as I stood under the dual rainfall showerheads, going over my plans for the day. As one of the triplet Princes of the Nightwalker Pack, I held a position of power second only to my father, the Alpha. And with his health in steady decline, my brothers and I had taken over most of the day-to-day leadership duties. It was a responsibility I wore casually - being obeyed and admired came naturally to me. As did the finer pleasures in life.After showering, I pulled on dark fitted j

NatalieI awoke the next morning feeling like I had been trampled by a stampede of actual wild horses. Every inch of my body throbbed and ached, protesting the simplest movements. Even rolling onto my side in the rickety bunk sent fresh stabs of pain through my bruised ribs. Groaning softly, I sat up and gingerly probed the lump on my temple where my head had been smashed cruelly against the hard ground. The swelling had gone down some, but the area was crusted with dried blood and exquisitely tender.My memories of last night's vicious ambush in the dark were hazy, blurred by panic and pain. But Lucas' handsome, cruel face flickering in the shadows was seared into my mind's eye. He had orchestrated the whole thing - I was utterly certain.Yet another twisted game of his, designed to humiliate and terrify me into complete submission. Clamping down on the raw fury that threatened to choke me, I focused on simply getting to my feet. Survival first. Vengeance later.I washed and dressed