Her Forbidden Alpha

Regret

Chapter 4:

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As I tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, the soft shuffle of my footsteps seemed to echo louder than the pounding of my heart.

My palms were clammy, and every breath I took felt like a desperate plea for silence.

I was really scared. When I went to meet the healer, nobody knew I went somewhere so I have to drift in quietly since nobody is allowed to know that I had come back.

My step mother would have my head if I found out my purpose of going to visit the healer. I don’t think I would ever live this down.

Getting pregnant for my step brother. If there was something like other lives then this is certainly the worst life I must have lived.

Imagine being a weak omega then having your mate reject you because you were too weak to be his Luna and now getting pupped by someone who certainly doesn’t want anything to do with you.

This was one of my biggest ‘why me’ moments.

The weight of the secret I carried pressed down on me, threatening to suffocate me with its unbearable heaviness.

Now I had just two options.

Run away with the baby and raise it as yours.

Get rid of it.

The second one wasn’t even an option. It would just wrong to get rid of a moon goddess’s blessing.

The walls of the corridor loomed over me like silent sentinels, their faded tapestries and peeling paint bearing witness to the passage of time. It was like the walls were gaining on me.

Perhaps it was my nervousness as I could feel like shadows danced along the edges of my vision, their dark tendrils reaching out to ensnare me in their grasp.

I held onto the wrinkled paper tight against my chest, feeling its rough edges poke into my skin like little needles. It was just a piece of paper, but it had the strength to tear down everything I've tried to hide from my family.

As my hand stretched towards the doorknob, a voice ripped through the quiet, tearing apart the thin bubble of safety I'd wrapped around myself.

My step sister's mocking laughter cut through the silence like a knife, sending a shiver down my spine.

"And where do you think you're going, little mouse?" she taunted, her words dripping with venom.

I turned slowly, feeling my heart beat hard in my chest like a bird stuck in a cage.

Sheila stood there crossing her arms as she looked me up and down. “Do you suddenly have an alpha you are going to see or what?.”

“I have no alpha.” I manage to mutter trying to get into my room but a snarl from her lips stopped me.

“Don’t walk out on me when I’m trying to talk to you.” She ordered in a commanding tone.

I turn back to face her. “What is it, Sheila? What is your problem with me?.”

I was nervous from the secret that I was hiding but I still had enough courage to face her.

She scoffed. “My problem? You act like a saint, that’s my problem with you. Look at you, only the moon goddess knows what you are up to, an unmated omega coming back this late in the night.”

“This isn’t late in the night.” I argue back fighting an urge to grit my teeth.

“Well why don’t we ask my brother then, he’ll certainly love to hear what time you came back.” Sheila threatened. “You are under us, you stick to the rules. If you don’t want to be an obedient omega then you leave, get away from here, do you understand?.”

I shake my head and looked away from her to open my room door so I could go in and escape the harshness of her words.

“I said don’t turn your back on me when I’m talking to you, you filthy omega!!.” She yelled grabbing me back.

“Ouch!!.” I let out a moan of pain as she pushes me back against the wall.

My gaze drifted to the crumbled paper now on the floor as my eyes widened realizing it must have fallen out when she put force on her hold.

Sheila followed my gaze and went ahead to grab the price of paper. In her hand, she held the paper, unfolding it with a flourish to reveal its damning contents.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched her read the words scrawled across the page, each letter a dagger aimed straight at my heart.

“You're pregnant," she sneered, her voice laced with disgust. "Pregnant with the child of some worthless man, no doubt."

I felt the blood drain from my face as her words washed over me, leaving me cold and numb in their wake.

Tears stung my eyes, blurring my vision as I struggled to make sense of the nightmare unfolding before me.

My sister's laughter echoed in my ears as she looked at me with mockery and scorn. "What will the pack say when they find out their precious little princess has been playing with fire?" she jeered, her words like poison on the air.

I wanted to scream, to lash out at her with all the fury burning inside me, but I was frozen in place, trapped in the suffocating grip of my own fear.

Every word she spoke was a dagger aimed straight at my heart, each one drawing blood with its merciless precision.

“Is this what you went out in the night for? To inform your pup’s alpha?.” She scoffed. “Perhaps he rejected you then. It was wise of him, I commend him for that. Who would want a silly omega like you?.”

As she continued to hurl insults and threats, I felt the walls closing in around me, threatening to crush me beneath their weight. The room spun around me, my head swimming with a dizzying whirl of emotions.

With a choked-up cry, I turned and ran into my room shutting the door behind me wanting to shut out her words.

“Hiding in your room isn’t going to change the fact that you are a pregnant unmated whore.” She yelled at me.

“Stop it.” I muttered quietly.

“My mother needs to here of this atrocity you have brought into this house. Mother!!.” Sheila called out.

Tears streamed down my face, feeling hot and salty against my skin as I could hear the sound of her footsteps drifting indicating she was leaving.

My eyes widened realizing what she was going to do. She was heading to call her brother and her mother.

I have to run away.

Or else she would kick me out and also make a disgrace in front of the other pack members.

I have to leave.

I mean what would you do if your life had been upended in one day, your entire chance of living possibly destroyed?

I wasn’t going to stay in here longer just to be punished.

What I didn’t do when I started living with them, I was going to do this now.

Run away.

Luckily I had prepared for this eventuality.

I knew that living here would only be temporary.

I locked the door to the room and grabbed random pieces of clothings from the closet and a backpack.

When you’re living my life, you have to prepare for eventualities.

When I was still living with my cousins, Every day I packed a bag which was now eventually filled with cash, scent blockers, heat suppressants (which were, of course, illegal).

And a change of clothes.

I have had this bag since when my father died and my step mother had become my legal guardian.

And I never thought I would use it till this day.

I was trying to tie the strings of the bag confused on how to do it when I heard banging on the door.

I tried to keep her breathing even, now was not the time for a panic attack.

I knew whose scent was that.

It wasn’t her step mother this time around who was looking for her.

Or even Sheila.

It was Klaus. He was right outside the door.

I knew that I couldn’t talk this out with him, I didn’t want to take any chances.

Klaus wasn’t feared for nothing.

Perhaps I had been blinded.

I grabbed a bag of the bombs and opening the door, I threw a garlic scent bomb right into Klaus’s face before he could react.

Then, I grabbed a flare and lit it in the middle of the hallway, hopefully, it would blind everyone to her running as fast as I could.

I ran down the stairs, all flights, panting and puffing when I reached the bottom of the stairs and then I exited the door straight dashing away, my feet leading me blindly through the twists and turns of my house.

Tears streamed down my face, feeling hot and salty against my skin, as I fled from the nightmare that would happen if I were to be found.

I stumbled and tripped, struggling to catch my breath as I fought to put as much space as I could between me and whoever would be looking for me now.

Everything around me blurred into a dark mess of shadows as I got to the main gates, every step forward a fight against some unseen force.

Was anybody following me? I didn’t know.

I couldn’t take the change of looking back to check.

I was able to leave the pack house without alerting the attention of the securities.

I kept running until my legs couldn't carry me anymore, until my chest burned and my lungs begged for air. But even then, I pushed on, desperate to escape the tight grip of my fears.

Finally, I collapsed against a gnarled old tree, its branches reaching out like bony fingers to comfort me. The night air felt cool against my skin, a relief from the suffocating heat of my panic.

I buried my face in my hands, letting the tears flow freely down my cheeks. The weight of my secret bore down on me like a heavy stone, threatening to crush me under its weight.

In the darkness, I cried until I had no more tears left, until all that was left were silent gasps for breath.

And as I lay there, exhausted and broken, I knew I had to leave, far away from here.

Klaus couldn’t find me. He would force me to get rid of the baby.

Sleeping with me that night must be one of his biggest regrets.

I could worry about all of this later, but for now, in the quiet of the night, I allowed myself a moment of peace.

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TBC