All Chapters of Pregnant By The Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Thirty minutes later, Raven and the kids walked back to the pack house. Raven’s mind was still reeling from the conversation she had with the Moon Goddess.As they reached the house, she noticed Damien in a serious conversation with Dominic and Miranda. His stance was tense, his expression unreadable.Sensing the shift in energy, Raven turned to Jasper. “Why don’t you take Cora into the kitchen for a snack? I’ll be there in a few minutes.”Jasper nodded, taking Cora’s hand and leading her inside. Once they were gone, Raven stepped up beside Damien.He didn’t take his eyes off Damien as he spoke. “Our patrol spotted my old Beta. Ryan is on his way here with a few of his loyal friends from my old pack.”Raven’s blood ran cold. She hadn’t thought about Ryan in a while, but she remembered the night he betrayed them. Back when Damien had first come to visit Boris, Ryan had shown his true colors, choosing loyalty to the wrong side.“So he doesn’t know we’re here?” she asked.Damien turned t

Thirty minutes later, they stepped into their bedroom, the rush of victory still thrumming in their veins, but exhaustion weighed heavily on their bodies. The battle with Ryan and the witch had left them both drained, yet the adrenaline was slow to fade. Damien lowered himself onto the edge of the bed with a strained groan, his hand instinctively pressing against his shoulder. His muscles tensed as though he were holding back a greater pain.Raven's sharp gaze immediately fixed on him. "Are you hurt?"He exhaled through clenched teeth, his jaw tight. "Yes… Ever since that witch’s magic hit me, I feel like my blood is on fire. And it keeps getting worse."Concern flooded her features as she took a step closer, her fingers hovering near the fabric of his shirt. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned the top of it and pushed it aside, revealing the wound beneath. A bright red mark burned against his skin, its edges pulsating like embers from a dying fire. Her breath hitched at the sight of i

Raven lay beside him, staring at him as if she were seeing him for the first time. Everything about him felt different and more intense, even more consuming. The euphoria coursing through her was unlike anything she had ever felt, ten times stronger than what she had experienced with Boris. Then, suddenly, she felt a small pulsing inside her chest. Her heartbeat synced with Damien’s, their rhythms beating as one.Her breath hitched. “Is this how it felt with you and your old mate?”Damien shook his head without hesitation. “No. What I felt with her was nothing like this.”His hands roamed over her, tracing familiar curves as if rediscovering them, as if she had somehow changed. His scent engulfed her, sending tingles from her throat all the way to her core.“I’ve never felt this much emotion all at once,” he admitted, his voice low and thick with something raw.She swallowed. “What does it feel like?”He pulled her closer, molding her hips with his. “It feels like the most pleasurable

Damien’s face darkened. “So Elder Ralph is working with the witches too?”Sage smirked despite her restraints. “Of course, he knows what’s good for him. You stand no chance against our leader.”Damien’s patience snapped and turned to Raven. “I’ve had enough of her nonsense. Do what you want with her.”Without hesitation, Raven grabbed a roll of duct tape from the table and wrapped it tightly around Sage’s mouth. The witch thrashed against her bindings, but the tape held firm.Damien smirked. “Now no one can hear her poisonous words.”Satisfied, they left the dungeon and made their way back to the study, where Dominic and Miranda were still deep in conversation. As they entered, Damien wasted no time.“Sage confirmed it,” he said grimly. “Elder Ralph has been working with the witches. My pack had been under their spell long before I met Raven. It was the reason I was willing to meet with Boris in the first place.”Dominic leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “I have an

Raven’s gaze lingered on the rope in Damien’s hand, her breath quickening not from fear, but anticipation. His question hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken promises.“You really want to tie me up?” she asked softly, her voice low, tinged with curiosity and something more.Damien nodded slowly, stepping closer, his eyes locked on hers. “Only if you trust me.”She held his gaze, her heart pounding beneath her ribs. “I do,” she whispered. “I trust you more than anyone. With everything.”The way his expression shifted, hunger melting into something tender, made her chest ache. He kissed her slowly then, his lips lingering against hers, as if sealing a vow neither of them needed to speak aloud.“Lie back for me,” he murmured, guiding her gently toward the bed.She obeyed, letting her body sink into the soft sheets. The red lingerie still clung to her curves, but his gaze burned hotter than before, as if seeing her submit to him willingly unlocked something primal inside him.