Chapter 4
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I picked up the clothes that Alpha Roscoe ripped and stripped from my body earlier. He already used me thrice tonight and he'd usually let go of me after his third orgasm.
A month quickly flew by since he marked and started breeding me. A month went by and yet he still wouldn't give me a chance to hold a proper funeral rite for my father whom he brutally killed.
Alpha Roscoe said that a traitor like my father doesn't deserve any funeral rites and must be humiliated even in his death. With all the mouths and proof that I came across with the entire month that passed by, it had become clearer that my father was indeed a traitor to the howling royal pack and the De Loughreys. It's a hard pillow to swallow, but being treated terribly by the man that Papa tried to kill in the past is Papa's karma and I so happen to be collateral damage.
"You're not yet done with me? You want more?" I asked in a tired voice as soon as I felt his hand on my arm.
My feet smoothly glide to bring me back to the Alpha's soft bed. I spread my legs open and nervously gnawed my lower lip.
"You're already pregnant with my pup," he announced. I opened my eyes and immediately searched for a hint that he was joking, but there was none. Alpha Roscoe was dead serious.
"You look shocked."
"Are you sure?" My lips remained parted. I looked down at my tummy, brought my eyes back to his face to meet his gaze, and shook my head.
"You're mistaken. It's impossible. I-I can't get pregnant."
"You can't get pregnant?" He asked and scoffed sarcastically.
"But I could smell the changes in your hormones and I could feel my pup inside of you," he said in a whisper as he slithered his hand down on my stomach. I stood up from the bed and shook my head adamantly.
"It's impossible. You can't get me pregnant," I said to him. Alpha Roscoe's jaw clenched. I gritted my teeth in pain and immediately cowered to him as his fingers nearly crashed my arm with his grip.
"Why not? How can you be so sure that I won't get you pregnant when I'm breeding you every night? Why? Are you drinking something that will prevent a pregnancy?"
"Alpha, you're hurting me."
"Answer me, Elodie!" He growled. Alpha Roscoe grasped my arm firmly and my whole body started to twitch in pain.
"Elodie!"
"I'm infertile, a barren. I-I got into an accident three years ago. They had to perform a pelvic surgery a-and the scarring in m-my fallopian tube is the reason w-why I won't be able to bear a child for you, Alpha," I explained in a stammering and sobbing voice. Alpha Roscoe closed his eyes.
"I kept this from you because I know you won't let me see another day once you found out that you'll have no use for me even when I'm your fated mate... a-and I don't want to die. Please, d-don't kill me," I begged while I gripped his shirt.
"You told me that I-I'm good, t-that I know how to sate you. You said I was a good fuck." My voice cracks, both my desperation and sobbing get in the way of my talking.
"I'd let you use me however you want. You can tie me to your bed, and use those s*x toys that I am scared of, I'll say yes to to any s*x position that you want just don't kill me. I-I don't want to die. After what you put me through, the least you could do is let me live!" I shouted. I clung on to his shirt and pulled myself up.
"That's the least you could do. Let me live, please. I-I don't want to die. Death scares me the most, R-Roscoe!" I cried staring straight into his forest green eyes, the rarest color that I've seen.
De Loughrey's are indeed unique and I won't blame everyone who thought that they were the Moon Goddess' favorite because that's just how it looks. She did take her time crafting every feature of a De Loughrey.
Alpha Roscoe caught my wrist. He pushed me back on his bed and with a bolt of lightning, he was out of his room.
The next day came even when I didn't get to sleep.
"The Alpha wants you to test yourself," Minda, the head of the house help in the Alpha's house walked in on my room and handed out tons of pregnancy kits.
"Just do as he told you," she said when she saw me planning to say something.
Before entering the bathroom, I looked back at her but her finger shooed me to get inside the bathroom as fast as I could.
"T-This can't be," I whispered, jaw on the floor and my hand covering my mouth in shock.
The pregnancy test came out positive. Every single kit shows two red lines. Positive, I'm pregnant.
"The Alpha was right last night. I'm carrying his pup, his heir. He got me pregnant even when my doctor was sure that me bearing a child was next to impossible," I mumbled.
Holding a pregnancy kit in my hand. I run towards Alpha Roscoe's office to let him know.
The door was half opened and as I got closer, his speaking voice and the things that he was talking about became clearer in my ear.
"These are her medical records, Alpha. Elodie isn't lying when she told you that she's infertile," Beta Russo said.
"But I could feel and smell my pup inside her, Russ."
"Fine. Let's say that by some miracle you got her pregnant. What's next?" Beta Russo asked again.
"I'll stick to my plan of course. I'll kill Elodie after she gave birth to my son."
"And if the pup that she is pregnant with is not a son, Alpha?"
"Then I'll breed her again. I'll breed Elodie over and over again until she pops out a son and once she does, I'l kill her," Alpha Roscoe said making me anxiously and carefully take a step back away from his office.
I need to leave. I need to run away from here. Running away is the only thing I can do to protect myself from Roscoe and his wrath.
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