83 - Love Undercover

The gleam of his eyes reflected on my distended belly that could no longer be covered. The corners of his lips lifted into a sardonic, sneering smile, I could feel the sheer disgust with which he looked at our baby.

"I knew it, you're just like those cheap Omegas out there," he said with a sarcastic snort. "You're saying you got pregnant because of me? Because I raped you that night? Nonsense."

"I'm not lying!" I screeched, shaking my head to make him believe me. "How many times do I have to say it? I was the Omega in your dream! You did fuck me that night! And this is your child!"

"Isabelle!" Frederick began to panic as I eagerly laid out all the facts in front of him.

"Stop that nonsense, you're pregnant with my child!" he snapped.

I was starting to feel dizzy from the drama he was sowing. "Frederick? Have you lost your mind? There's no way I'm pregnant with your child. You know best that I'm-hmmm!"

My words were cut short by a forced kiss by him. His fingers slipped between my hair