All Chapters of Saved For The Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dominic carries me out of the room and through the crowd.  With a determined look on his face, he makes his way up the stairs and through the house.  When he finally gets to my bedroom door, he hesitates for a second and then kicks the door open with one loud “thud”. Carrying me into the room, he stares down at me with desire before throwing me on the bed and then standing up to take off his clothes.  He hurries along at a feverish pace, till his pants and shirt are flung clear across the room.  While I lay there awaiting his return, I stare at his naked body in all its splendor and wonder one thing.  How is that going to fit in me? At this point, I am so scared that I find myself drawn to one thing only.  Even though his muscles ripple when he moves towards me, the huge erection that is pointed at me is coming right for me.  I try to take my eyes off it, but it isn’t until he says my name that I raise my eyes to his and concentrate

Waking up, I stretch and smell the distinct aroma of coffee by the end table.  I open my eyes to see Dominic staring at me with a smile stretched across that handsome face of his before I glance over at the cup of coffee waiting for me to sample.  “Mm.  That smells wonderful.” I say with a dry voice and my throat feels a little scratchy this morning. “Only the best for you my Ana, my mate.” He smiles again before continuing, “So, do you think mating last night was a good thing?  By the way you reacted I would have to say you did.” His smile turns to a smirk and then he winks at me before handing me the cup of coffee on the bed.  “Mm.” I reply instead of stating the obvious, just as soon as I take a sip of this delicious liquid.  Closing my eyes, I savor the flavor of the coffee till he asks me another question.  “Was I having a dream early this morning?  I could have sworn you were up by the window and my eyes tricked m

Hearing this tidbit of information, I am forced to realize that all is not well in our little part of the world.  When a wave of nausea hits me again, I can’t help but to alert them to my conscious state.  The doctor turns around quickly and stares at me before asking, “Are you feeling better?”“No.” I barely get out before throwing up all over. When I am done, I glance up at him and he states, “You really should try to hold it in, because you won’t stop till you do.”Knowing that he is in on whatever this is, doesn’t make me feel better and I certainly don’t trust him anymore.  Hoping to see Dominic in the room with me, I scan the room to find him in the corner.  He is still unconscious and has a breathing tube down his throat at this moment. Nodding, I return my attention to the doctor and ask before I feel another wave of nausea come over me, “Am I sick?&r

“Are you alright?” Monique asks me when she opens the door to the bathroom slowly.  Raising my head up from the toilet, I barely get out, “Yes.” Before I throw up all over the floor. With my stomach emptying everything inside it, I start to cry because I can only think of one reason and one reason only why this would happen.  As the tears of happiness flow from my eyes, Monique reaches my side and starts to rub my back. “There, there.  It will be just fine.  I am sure it is just something you have eaten.” The minute she says it, I raise my head up again and turn to her.  Staring into her eyes I can’t help but to laugh because she looks so serious.  “I’m pregnant.” I manage to say before another wave of nausea hits me hard and I lose whatever has remained in my stomach after the first several times. Making a mess everywhere, the minute I start to feel better, I stand up and state, “I feel gross, I have to take a sh

The next couple of days start to get rougher unfortunately.  When I hear Dominic yelling at the top of his lungs at the chef, I know there is something really wrong, “This food tastes like shit!” He points to the plate he is holding.  Then he continues stating, “What is it anyway?” The chef stares at him in disbelief before stating quietly with his head down, “Shrimp Scampi.  I was hoping something different would make you feel better.  I’m sorry you didn’t approve of it.” Feeling bad for him and wondering what exactly is wrong, I take him aside after dinner and have a talk with him.  “Dominic, you are taking your bad mood out on the Chef.  What exactly is wrong?” I cock my head and ask as nicely as possible. He turns to me with an upset look on his face before stating, “We still haven’t found the ones responsible for the poisoning.  At this rate, you may have to go to your parent’s house just for safe keeping till I get thi