บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant And Claimed By The Cruel Alpha: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

LEVIWe all have different ways of dealing with pain most especially the silent type, for me pain starts slowly and the next moment I am completely overwhelmed by it .The whole situation is swift and happens at the speed of light, I could easily say I wear my emotions right there on my sleeve and walk with it in broad daylight. While the entire situation makes me vulnerable, it doesn't make me less of a man . I am human anyways —literally . Moment before I bumped into Alexa, I had been reflecting on things. I had been on call with the doctor and the information he was giving wasn't one any expectant father would want.There was a deep fear in my heart toward the fate of the child but the last thing I would do was show this fear.I walked away from her with a heavy heart, walked back to my room the only place I felt peace and calm. I left the events of the days that had passed drift through my mind with the wind , as it did my mind rattled with dissatisfaction — with want, my manly

ALEXA.I stared at the page's of the form in my hands as the air was filled with the antiseptic scent of the hospital."Do you at times feel like you are all alone and lost in yourself?" I stared hard at the fifth question and ticked the Yes box. It had been twenty minutes since I arrived at the hospital and an hour since I made the call to the doctor.At the back of my mind was the fact that I couldn't stay sane if I spent all the time I had staying at home. I needed that freedom to carry out my plans of absconding.I had barely been with the doctor for twenty minutes having back and forths conversations with her when she had suggested the best for me would be therapy.Was it obvious that I was broken?"Mrs. Smith would speak to you now." A receptionist donning tanned red hair muttered as she stood right there in front of where I was sitting.From the way she spoke and the manner she was speaking, I tried to guess that the reason for the flighty air around her could be because she k

ALEXA"We meet our soulmates once in a lifetime, and with one kiss both your souls are damned to a hell of… ""Hell of?" The word sounded relatively like a cliche, ever wondered why the words men and hell appear in the same phrase than any other words? I was stuck, it had been over one hour and all I had been doing was writing, as it turned out Mrs . Smith was right. Writing and finding my old talent did trigger back that side of me I thought was completely lost.I stared at the page that had a smudge of ink. From within my heart echoed heavily through the room.I stared at the clock on the wall that struck past six. In a funny way I had spent three hours of my life writing. All these had come with sacrifices.Beneath all these thoughts I had, my mind played the mental image of what he could be doing at the moment.Unrepentantly, my soul had been damned to his hell each time my mind reminds me of more reasons why I shouldn't believe in him. There is that one reason why I should, the

ALEXAHe did exactly what I asked of him, he made love to me exactly the same way I wanted, like he had mastered this craft called my body.I wondered if anyone would take me this same way, it was as though he ruined me for anyone else in such a way that I neither belonged to him and wouldn't adapt to any other.I wanted more of his thrust, his X-rated words as he whispered them against my ears, I wanted him to take every part of me till I had nothing left to give.Was that too much to ask?I reached out to meet him mid way as he gave himself to me, urging that he take me faster.Was I going to get enough? This was definitely a question that echoed within my chest and I didn't see myself answering, to think that I wouldn't be enough for him and that he would only have to come to me when he wanted.A bastard… That was what he was, but a damn beautiful one, one so good with his love making that it leaves itches in me that wanted to be touched by him—just him and no one else. He fucked

ALEXA I stared at the ceiling trying to create a mind-blowing sentence. Writing wasn't easy, it was beyond scribbling down a few words or just expressing your emotions. It was definitely beyond that, it involves the careful articulation of words to make it into the heart of your readers. Unfortunately, I had no readers and wasn't even willing to have one. I was scared. Several times, I asked myself if my book was as good as those famous writers. I couldn't risk the chance of rejection so I wrote for only myself. I wrote my books and read them silently, away from the prying eyes of everyone, and made sure no one knew about this talent. Engrossed deeply in the art of writing, I was immediately jolted when my door made a scraping sound. “Mia!” I called out nervously, trying to play cool. I pushed the book into my pillow discreetly or was it? Mis stared suspiciously at me as she made it to the foot of my bed. “What are you hiding?” she asked curiously. I cursed my luck intern