All Chapters of Pregnant For The Cursed Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Royal's POVShe sighed, playing with her fingers before starting, "Some claimed you stole the Alpha from Miss Feina while others claimed you're a gold digger of a witch. They say you are only with the Alpha for his money or revenge and that is the only reason you remain by his side.""Wow," I chuckled after hearing her statements. I couldn't help but shake my head in amusement at the absurdity of the rumors that were circulating. It seemed that in the world of high society and powerful individuals, gossip had a way of distorting the truth beyond recognition."Lillian, I appreciate your honesty in bringing this to my attention," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of disbelief. "But rest assured, those rumors couldn't be farther from the truth."She looked at me, her eyes searching for reassurance. "I've known you for quite some time, Miss Royal, and I've seen the genuine connection you share with the Alpha. But I know how hurtful these rumors can be. Is there anything I can do to he

Royal's POVMy heart skipped a beat as I stared into the cold, determined eyes of Ryan, his finger tightening on the trigger of the gun pointed directly at me. Fear washed over me, mingling with a surge of adrenaline that pulsed through my veins. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around us fading into the background as the gravity of the situation took hold.With trembling hands, I quickly ended the call with the Alpha, following Ryan's command. The silence that enveloped us was suffocating, broken only by the distant sounds of the estate's activity, oblivious to the danger unfolding within its walls."What do you want, Ryan?" I managed to say, my voice laced with a mix of fear and defiance. I tried to steady my racing thoughts, searching for any possible escape plan, any glimmer of hope.A cold smile twisted his lips, a chilling juxtaposition against the warmth we had shared mere moments ago. "What I want, Royal is revenge," he hissed through clenched teeth. "You

Royals POV After being sent away by the one I loved, the one I left everything for, I walked away slowly, holding my locket, "Mom, Dad, please forgive me and save me," I cried. Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the faint rustling in the underbrush nearby. Suddenly, a low growl filled the air, sending a chill down my spine. I turned, only to be met with a group of snarling, feral wolves emerging from the shadows. Their eyes glinted with a savage hunger, their bared fangs dripping with anticipation.Fear gripped me tightly, the realization dawning upon me that I was vulnerable and alone, marked not only as a traitor but also as a witch. Rumors of my bloodline had spread, whispers of magic and unheard power. The rogue wolves had caught wind of my witchy scent and they saw me as a threat, a target to be eliminated.I stumbled backward, my heart pounding in my chest. There was no time to dwell on the pain of banishment or the betrayal of the pack. Survival became my sole focus, eve

Royal's POVMy heart pounded in my chest, the sound of my own breath drowning out the distant calls of the robbers. I ran as fast as my tired legs would carry me, weaving through the maze of trees, desperately seeking refuge.Finally, as if guided by some unseen force, I stumbled upon a hidden corner nestled amidst a cluster of ancient oaks. It provided a momentary respite, a sanctuary from the chaos that pursued me. Gasping for air, I collapsed to the ground, my body trembling with exhaustion.The sounds of the robbers grew fainter as they continued their futile search. I pressed my back against the rough bark of the oak tree, my breaths ragged as I tried to steady myself. In the embrace of solitude, I allowed myself a moment to gather my thoughts and regain my composure.As the adrenaline slowly ebbed away, a deep weariness settled upon me. The events of the day had taken their toll, both physically and emotionally. I needed rest, a chance to heal and gather strength for the uncerta

Royal's POVI felt a sudden surge of adrenaline as I stood up from my seat, my heart pounding in my chest. The figure in the cloak slowly made its way toward our table, their steps deliberate and purposeful. As they approached, I could make out the faint glimmer of a silver amulet hanging around their neck, similar to the one I wore.The man sitting across from me, sensing the tension in the air, rose to his feet as well. His gaze shifted from the mysterious figure to me, concern etched on his face. "Do you know this person?" he whispered, his voice laced with caution.I shook my head, my mind racing to find answers. The locket, the stranger's arrival, it all seemed to feel connected somehow. "No," I replied in a hushed tone, my voice tinged with fear. "I've never seen them before."The figure stopped in front of our table, their piercing eyes locked onto mine. "You," they said, their voice low and ominous, "you possess what rightfully belongs to us."My heart skipped a beat, and I in