Triplets For The Cold-Blooded Alpha

Two

Megan’s POV.

I remembered very little from that day, mostly because I blocked all the memories out due to embarrassment and the unwanted emotions that came whenever I thought of him.

I didn’t even know his name, but he knew mine. He said it mockingly the moment I walked in and said it again when he came in a voice so deep and guttural that anytime I remembered it, my toes curled and I felt heat sting my cheeks. Other than feeling hot and bothered from time to time, I didn’t know what to think about him or even about what happened, I’d walked into the large suite with shaky legs, ready to bargain and offer up whatever I could in order to escape this fate, but his harsh blue eyes and the coldness of his sculpted face kept my lips sealed and my throat dry.

He was many things at the same time, ruthless, handsome, blunt, cold… cold might even be an understatement considering the steel that coated his features and how he didn’t seem capable of having any facial expressions other than deadpan and occasionally irritated when I fidgeted or avoided eye contact.

At first I’d been stiff and limp in his arms, but it was impossible to stay like that for a long time when I’d felt his fingers brush over my skin and warm every part of me that was frigid. His touch was beyond electric and dazzling, it was skilful, sure, precise, his mouth was like that was well, demanding and rough, every flick of his tongue, whether against my n****e or my c**t dragged me closer and closer towards ecstasy and pulled out those moans that I’d done the hardest to suppress.

It was so hard to keep those emotions in and I’d felt so bad afterwards, there wasn’t really any chance to feel bad in the moment, not when he’d bound my arms above my head and proceeded to work absolute wonders with his mouth, not when his fingers, brushed and claimed every centimetre of my body, not when his d**k thrust in and out of me, thick and rough and absolutely filling.

No, it was afterwards that I’d felt bad, after he’d crawled off me, instructed me on how to leave then walked out of the room to give me space to change. I’d stay there for a minute and just stared at the black wall opposite me, all the walls in that room were black, to match his hair and possibly his cold heart. I’d stared at that wall so long I’d noticed the imperfections on it and felt severe guilt for enjoying what merely supposed to be an exchange for my boyfriend’s life, I felt guilty for how I’d compared every touch to Dax’s and somehow his had fallen short.

Dax was right I’m really just a pathetic human and I really am lucky he even lets me date him.

I didn’t say much about it to Dax when I’d first gotten back, of course he’d pestered me, asked if I made sure he knew I was ‘from’ him, asked if he’d hurt me in anyway, when I’d finally answered all his questions he slunk off to our room and fell asleep in seconds, I’d wanted to wake him and beg him to hold me, to make me feel better, but I knew better than to ask for things I didn’t deserve.

And besides, what sane male would want to talk to their girlfriend about their night with another male? It was understandable, even though I watched him grow distant and even look at me with disdain from time to time, it was understandable.

Unfortunately, it seemed we could no longer avoid the topic.

I glanced down at the results of the pregnancy test I’d gone to take and felt my heart sunk even further when the result didn’t change or disappear or suddenly reveal itself as a joke. No, it stayed the same.

Positive.

I’m pregnant.

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Dax is expecting me to come home with a bunch of stomach medicines, not a pregnancy test that read positive.

I know you’re wondering… what’s wrong anyway? It could very well be Dax’s. Well, Dax hadn’t laid a finger in me sexually in nearly two months and even if he had, me winding up pregnant would still throw him into a fit of rage. How would I explain this to him exactly? That I was now pregnant for the man who’d wanted to kill him? How would I get him to stay and understand that I hadn’t planned for this to happen?

I sigh and open the door to the apartment, I pause for a minute when I realise it’s unlocked. My brows furrow, but then I shrug and walk into the house with dread sinking into my stomach, maybe I forgot to lock it this morning, or maybe Dax came home a little esrlier, he has been closing from work a lot earlier these days.

I dump the test results on the table and rake a hand through my hair. I couldn’t face him yet, I had to think, I had to analyse this situation, I had to figure this out. Tears steam down my face and I plop down onto the couch with a small sob of frustration, why? Why did life seem like it was constantly going downhill for me? What had I done to deserve this, other than being born human in a world of werewolves?

I glance open my eyes and wipe the tears, determined to do something other than cry, maybe I’d cook or clean, I’d just occupy myself while I figure out how in the hell I’d get myself out of this situation. I survey the living room slowly and that’s when my eyes land on it.

My heart stops, then starts up again, only a lot louder this time. I stand and slowly approach the article of clothing flung carelessly over my couch, at first I thought it was Dax’s, after all he was fond of tossing his clothes, underwear… practically everything anywhere he pleases till I came to clean up after him. But no, this shirt, it was made out of silk and it was clearly a female’s shirt, it couldn’t even be mistaken as mine. All I owned where white tops, jeans, sundresses and ratty night gowns, this shirt was silk and judging by the texture, probably cost just as much as my entire apartment, then the scent…

I drop it like it stung me and my eyes fly to the door of my room. It couldn’t be… but, the perfume oozing from the top was strong and distinctly feminine and I was finally out of my head long enough now to hear the sounds coming from our bedroom.

Slowly, I turn the knob and pry the door open, at first it’s like there’s blood rushing in my ears, I don’t hear anything and since the light’s off, I don’t see anything, but that doesn’t last long either. My eyes go as wide as saucers when I hear the sound of a female’s moans coming from the room and I feel my throat tighten all the more when I hear Dax’s throaty groans ring through the room, louder than they ever sounded when we were together.

It’s almost like I’m paralysed and forced to watch this happen, but soon I snap out of it and reach for the light switch, a flick of my finger and suddenly light surrounds the whole room, they both look stunned for a minute, but I’m sure the horror on their faces wasn’t even up to half of what was on mine, my throat tightens and a small sob slips out of my mouth.

The brunette on top him literally jumped off him and gathered her skirt and slipped under the blanket, Dax just stared at me with shock on his face and like watching a movie, the shock faded and became annoyance.

“What the f**k are you doing?” He asks, I part my lips I shock from his question. “You know what, don’t f*****g answer. We’re done anyway.”

My eyes widen and I step further into the room. “What do you mean we’re done? You’re cheating… and…”

“Correction, in this scenario, you’re the other woman, because she and I are gettting married in two weeks, you’re invited by the way,” he says with a haughty voice, the slender brunette stickers her head out from under the blanket suddenly full of boldness.

“Don’t worry, we’ll let you keep the…” she glances around our little bedroom then wrinkles her button nose in disgust. “Apartment.”

Tears blur my vision and I glance between the two of them, I can’t handle how fast this is unraveling, I barely even understand what’s happening. “But why? You said you wouldn’t leave if I did that favour for you and then I did and now… I’m pregnant and you want to leave me?”

His eyes widen at first then they narrow with rage and he stands from the bed, clutching a part of the blanket as he does so. “You skank!”

“Ha, humans, such easy creatures,” the girl murmurs, her eyes are filled with glee and I blink at the irony. “I told you she wasn’t trustworthy baby.”

“I should have f*****g listened to my friends, you f*****g cheated on me, and now you want to blame me for your infidelity! Well, f**k toh and f**k that bastard in your belly,” he yells, he balls his fists and leers at me. “I was always too good for you anyway.”

I clasp my palms together and rush towards him. “I swear I didn’t cheat on you, why would I? It’s from that night… the favour…”

“You took pills, I f*****g saw you take those pills,” he hisses. The girl shakes her head again. “Don’t lie to me slut, you love sleeping with another man so much that day you decided to make it a habit, he snorts and glares at me. Why am I even surprised?”

I open my mouth to explain, to beg, to say something. But no words come out, only a pitiful squeak and more sobbing.

I was losing him. He was leaving me. “Please, that’s all I can say. But my pleas fall to deaf ears and he turns the grinning female.

“Let’s go babe,” he says with a smirk.

So I watch with tears in my eyes and pleas on my lips as the only thing that made my life worth living walked out of that room then out of my life.

I’d crumpled to the ground that day and cried thinking things couldn’t be any worse, but it got a lot worse when I did a few days worth of digging and found out that the man I’d slept with, the man that was the father of my unborn child, was my stepsister’s Fiancé.