Mated to the Wrong Alpha Prince

Everybody knows.

I sat in my room, my hands resting on my growing belly as I tried to calm my racing heart. It had been a few weeks since I found out I was pregnant, and I had been keeping it a secret from everyone except my closest friends.

I feel like the ground has opened up and swallowed me whole. My hands are shaking and my heart is racing. I can't believe this is happening to me. I'm pregnant. How am I going to deal with this?

They would banish me. Pregnant werewolf without a mate or a proper ceremony to celebrate their union would be considered an abomination. Bastard werewolf usually turns into rougues who rob and and r***s, taking everything they could find along their paths. That’s why they would murder both the mother and the baby..

It all started when Killia found my pregnancy test in the trash. Killia shares the dorm room with Riley, Cassandra and me. I had taken it in secret, not ready to face the truth yet. But she must have seen it when she was throwing away her own trash. And she has quite a group of very close friends to she juicy gossips, one of them being Katherina.

I'm not too sure how Katherina found out, but she confronted me in the cafeteria during lunch. "So, I hear congratulations are in order," she said with a smirk.

I looked down at my tray of food, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trying to deny it.

"Don't play dumb with me, Astrid. Killia found your test. You're pregnant."

My heart sank as I realized that she was going to expose me. I tried to keep my composure as I stood up from my bed. "What do you want, Katherina?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

I looked up at her, tears stinging my eyes. "Please don't tell anyone," I pleaded. "I'm not ready for everyone to know."

Katherina was the one person I never trusted, but somehow, she always found her way into my life. I had caught her snooping around my room a few days ago, and I knew then that she had found out my secret. I should have been more careful, but I never expected her to go to the lengths she did.

Katherina took a few steps closer to me, her eyes glinting with malice. "I want to know who the father is," she said, her voice laced with curiosity. "Is it one of the boys from school? Or maybe it's someone else entirely?"

I gritted my teeth, trying to control my anger. I knew she was trying to get a reaction out of me, and I refused to give her the satisfaction. "It's none of your business," I spat, my voice low and menacing.

Katherina chuckled, taking a step back. "Oh, but it is," she said. "Everyone is going to find out soon enough. And you know what they're going to think? They're going to think you're a whore."

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes as her words sunk in. I knew the consequences of being a teenage werewolf mother, and I was already struggling with the idea of raising a child on my own. But the thought of being judged and ridiculed by my peers was almost too much to bear.

I took a step back, my hands trembling with emotion. "Please, Katherina," I whispered. "Don't do this."

Katherina's smile widened, and she took another step forward. "I'll make you a deal," she said. "Tell me who the father is, and I won't tell anyone about your little secret."

I knew it was a trap, but the desperation inside of me took over. "It's Jackson," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Katherina's eyes widened in surprise, and I knew I had made a mistake. "Jackson?" she repeated. "As in Jackson Whittemore?"

I nodded, my stomach twisting with guilt. I had never been with Jackson, but he was the only person I could think of in the moment. I had no idea what the consequences of my lie would be, but I knew they wouldn't be good.

Katherina chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, well, well," she said. "Looks like the nerd is going to be a daddy. This is going to be good."

I felt sick as Katherina walked out of my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I knew I had made a mistake, but I had no idea how to fix it. My mind raced with possibilities, but none of them seemed like they would work.

As I sat on my bed, I couldn't help but wonder how I had gotten myself into this.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within me. I couldn't believe this was happening. My secret was out, and I had no idea how to face the consequences.

"I mean, can you imagine the scandal? A teenage werewolf getting pregnant out of wedlock? It's unheard of."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. Katherina was right. The news of my pregnancy would already made a great s**t show for her. I couldn't bear the thought of the judgment and ridicule that would follow.

I bristled at her insinuation. Of course, the father was aware, and he was doing everything he could to support me. But I couldn't reveal his identity, not now, not when everything was so fragile.

But amidst all the chaos, one thought stood out above the rest. I was going to be a mother. And no matter what anyone said or did, I was going to do everything in my power to protect my child.

Days later, Riley watched in shock as she witnessed the guards forcefully dragged me towards the cell, their grips tight around my arms. I was still in shock, unable to fully comprehend what had just happened. Someone had revealed my pregnancy to the world, and the consequences were immediate.

People were enraged. They were shouting, throwing things at me, and trying to get past the guards to reach me. I could feel their anger and hatred towards me, and it was suffocating.

As we reached the cell, the guards threw me inside and locked the door behind me. I stumbled and fell to the ground, my body trembling. Tears streamed down my face as I hugged my stomach, trying to protect my unborn child.

I heard the jeering and taunting from outside, and it made me feel sick to my stomach. I knew I had to be strong for my child, but I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the hatred and negativity surrounding me.

Hours turned into days, and I was left alone in my cell. The only sounds I heard were the occasional footsteps of the guards outside and the angry shouts from the people passing by. I spent my time talking to my child, trying to reassure him that everything would be okay.

But deep down, I knew it wouldn't be. The werewolf community was not forgiving, especially when it came to betrayals like this. I was afraid of what would happen to me and my child once I gave birth.

As the days turned into weeks, I began to feel ill. The stress and anxiety were taking a toll on my body, and I struggled to keep down any food or water. I knew I needed medical attention, but I didn't dare ask for it. I didn't want to give them any reason to harm my child.

I had pleaded with them, begged them to spare me and my unborn child, but they wouldn't listen. They saw me as a liability, a potential danger to the safety and secrecy of the pack.

Days later, I’m unsure of which day it was ever since I was put here. I could only see some light in the cracks. As Alpha Dominic pushed open the door, the light flooded in, temporarily blinding me. I squinted and shielded my eyes, trying to get a better look at the imposing figure before me. He stepped forward and I could see the lines of age etched into his face, and the fierce determination in his eyes.

"Astrid Wong," he said, his voice booming throughout the small room. "I've come to speak with you."

I nodded weakly, not daring to speak. I wasn't sure what he wanted from me, and I didn't want to anger him.

"Your father, Steven Wong," he continued. "He's a decent man. He offered me help when nobody dared to. He lended me his men and strength during my darkest hours."

I felt a pang of sadness at the mention of my father.

Alpha Dominic seemed to sense my distress and he softened his tone slightly. "I know this is hard for you. Although I made my promise to Steven that I would shelter you, I could not uphold it in this very time." he said. "You need to accept your fate. You're a werewolf, and bastardy means execution. There's nothing we can do to change that. You should have known the consequences the moment you did this."

I felt a surge of anger at his words. How could he just sit there and tell me to accept my death? Didn't he understand that I was carrying a child? I tried to speak, to tell him about my unborn baby, but my voice caught in my throat.

Days and night followed after that, food were, brought but I could not taste anything at all.

On the Seventh day after that, I feel my heart pounding in my chest as the door to my cell creaks open. Two guards grab my arms and start dragging me out into the courtyard. I stumble, my legs weak from days of barely eating or sleeping. The sun blinds me as we step out into the open air.

I hear the jeers and shouts of the crowd before I even see them. People are crowded around the courtyard, yelling and screaming. I catch snippets of their angry voices, calling for my blood.

I feel a wave of fear wash over me as I realize that I'm going to die. I'm going to die without ever seeing my baby, without ever holding them in my arms. Tears start to stream down my face as I think about all the things I'll never get to do.

The guards shove me to my knees in front of the executioner's block. I try to plead with them, to beg for mercy, but my voice catches in my throat. The fear is overwhelming, and I can't think straight.

As I stood there, helpless and scared, I heard Oscar Foxaway's voice booming across the square. He was standing on a raised platform, addressing the crowd.

"People of Silvester pack," he said, his voice filled with contempt. "Today, we gather here to witness the execution of a traitor. A werewolf who has not only broken the sacred code of our kind, but also the laws of this town. Astrid has committed the ultimate sin - she has gotten pregnant by a human."

The crowd erupted in angry shouts and jeers, and I felt a pang of fear. I knew what was coming next.

"As the right-hand man of our Alpha, it is my duty to ensure that justice is served. Astrid has brought shame upon us all, and her punishment must be swift and severe. Let this be a warning to all who would dare to defy our laws."

With that, he gestured to the guards, and they started to drag me towards the platform. I struggled and kicked, but their grip was too strong.

I could feel the cold metal of the silver stakes against my skin, and I knew that any moment now they would pierce through me. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could hear the voices of the angry villagers ringing in my ears. I was scared, more scared than I had ever been in my life. I knew that the end was near, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The stakes were getting closer, and I could feel my heart racing faster and faster. I wondered if this was how my father had felt? Had he known that the end was near? I closed my eye s, trying to calm myself down. But the fear was too strong. The pain of the silver stakes piercing through my skin was unbearable, and I screamed out in agony.

But then, something unexpected happened. A figure slowly emerged from behind Katherina, shrouded in shadows. His breath’s short, like he has just came from a wrestling match. As he stepped forward, his tangled hair fell in his face, obscuring his features. But as he moved closer, I could see that his usual pretty eyes is now covered in red webs. Blood dripped from his shoulder, creating a small pool at his feet. It looked as though he had ripped something out of himself, something that had hooked onto him and refused to let go. As he took another step forward, his face came into view, and my heart skipped a beat.

"I'm the father," he said, almost a scream. His voice shook terribly, It sounded like it came straight from hell, like he had to put everything into it to make the words heard.