The Alpha Maid's Secret Baby

Two

My pace hurried as I fled for my life. It pained me to leave behind my only relative, my dad. My pack mates had abandoned me leaving me to carry my burdens and endure my suffering alone

The forest was a home of rogues and untamed beasts. The canopy of trees was so tall and dense obstructing my view of the sky

Determination grew like a rock inside me as I ran. I had to protect the tiny life I carried within me at all costs. I would not let any judgment break me.

Clenching my jaw hard, I stopped the sob that threatened to escape my throat and regretted ever allowing Fabian to shatter my life beyond repair. Now I was left to bear the results of our actions.

"I curse the day our paths crossed, Fabian. I curse the bond we shared, and I curse the moon goddess for being so wicked to me. A goddess whom I thought was full of beauty and kindness but proved to be nothing but a selfish b***h!"

My voice rang through the trees as I swore. Though my heart was broken, I had no time for regrets. I had to get my baby out of harm's way.

Every second counted. As if my suffering wasn't enough, clouds began to darken overhead, and the forest floor looked gray with thickening shadows. The rain poured down mercilessly, plastering my hair to my neck.

Still, I didn't stop running. Not even when the thunder shook the earth around me and my wolf panted from tiredness. Not when my breath grew hoarse from crying and I stumbled over broken branches or when I realized that the mind link had been cut off.

I could no longer reach my dad or packmates anymore. I was alone.

Pain shot through my leg. But I forced myself to my feet and continued my journey, running for hours on end. Although I may not have known how to be a mother and there was no one to guide me, I vowed to keep my child safe.

I stopped running at sunrise when I heard the sound of rushing water. Following its direction, I stumbled upon a narrow stream and quenched my thirst.

The refreshing water failed to soothe the fear in my soul.

For three days, I had been running and hiding, my wolf weak, and my human form was starving. The bursts of hunger caused an empty feeling in my belly, and the constant thoughts of food made me feel dizzy with tiredness and anxiety.

With my last strength, I made my way to an open country road. By day three, it was already four pm. I needed to find a place to sleep before nightfall. In the distance, I spotted a cabin. But as I moved closer, I wasn't comfortable because a scary feeling hung in the area.

I kept going until I stopped at the entrance of a pack border called Blood Moon Pack. Their border fence was made of steel bars and topped by barbed wire.

I fixed my gaze at the entrance. The guards were too busy struggling for bottles of rum to notice anyone coming or going.

A good sign.

Holding my breath and ignoring the tingling of my limbs, I inched closer until I walked past them.

They didn't notice me. I picked up my pace and ran until I got into the pack. Maybe there was hope for me here, but I still couldn't shake off my fear knowing that werewolves could smell an outsider.

And with my wolf's weak blood, I knew it wouldn't be long until I was perceived as an enemy. Then I'd either be killed or thrown out.

I roamed until I stumbled upon a strange carnival of some sort going on. A group of gorgeous young women were naked, flaunting painted n*****s, and bells hung from skin hooks as they performed an erotic dance, bumping and grinding men who wore black and gold-colored robes.

The men sniffed at the female's crotch, and I gasped. Curiosity overtook me and I wondered what was going on. The girls were all young about my age, and their boobs were like ripe fruit ready to be plucked.

The brazen display was too much for my eyes, but I was already in and needed to eat. Some of the men were naked, and their c***s were extremely huge to their body size. They looked ridiculous.

I took in everything and took a step forward. Booths selling s*x toys of all types and different foodstuffs lined the sides of the booths, including dried, roasted, and raw meat,

My mouth watered.

A hand perched on my shoulder like a fat pink spider, and when I turned around, a set of gunmetal eyes stared back at me.

"You look lost and confused," the owner of the eyes, a muscular man who seems to be in his late thirties to early forties, said to me.

He was dressed in a flashy suit and jewelry. There was something about him that I couldn't trust, or maybe I would not be able to trust men again.

"Talk to me, honey. Are you lost?"

I shook my head. "No, I just... I need some food and a place to rest my head."

His smile broadened, and I feared he might burst open. "You're talking to the right person, honey. I am Big Eddie, AKA Daddy Sleek, but many girls call me Big Daddy. Allow me to take care of your needs."

I shrank back, highly suspicious of this smooth talker, and the likely consequences of being in danger increased tenfold.

"You don't trust me, sweetie? Come now."

He leaned closer. "Listen, the minute our border guards get a hold of you, they'll take turns using you to their satisfaction, f*****g you until you take your last breath. Do you want that?"

I shook my head, my heart racing.

"Good. It's getting dark, and I promise you that you're safe with me. And my friend, she's a street vendor, and I'm sure she has some food to spare."

After some hesitation, I let him take me to a woman who was heavily rouged. Her face was painted with contrasting makeup, making her look like a circus clown.

Her food stall was unsanitary and had flies buzzing around, but I was too hungry to care. I needed to eat for myself and my baby.

She gave me a plate of rice and beans with a dark-looking soup that turned out to be surprisingly delicious. Wolfing down the food, I didn't stop until the last grain was gone.

Big Eddie or whatever his name was, paid the woman and took me to his house, an unpleasant-looking studio apartment that had worn-out wooden planks that creaked under each step, chipped paint, and a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling.

The air carried a musty smell, making me so uncomfortable I wondered why his clean and put-together appearance was different from his apartment.

"Welcome home," he winked at me, motioning that I sit. I perched on the edge of the chair and didn't take my gaze off him.

"So tell me about yourself. Where are you from? I can smell your omega blood from miles away, you know."

His smirk widened and he rubbed his finger against mine. It sent chills running up my spine.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. You see... I like omegas. Your scent is quite tasty."

I swallowed my disgust. "Thank you, but I'm pregnant."

His face fell and there was a thick silence in the room. I thought he would send me away from the look of disappointment that flashed across his eyes but he did nothing of the kind. Instead, he chuckled softly, rubbing.

"Ah. That's not a problem."

He held my face gently and stared deep into my eyes. I felt a shiver run down my spine, goosebumps rising along with a strong unease. My heart hammered fast, and he smirked.

"You really are beautiful. What's your name?"

"Abigail," I trembled.

"Don't f**k with me. That's my late mom's name. This is a strong sign, Abbie. I'll take care of you and you must also reciprocate by making Daddy happy. Do you understand?"

I shook my head in confusion. He laughed and stood up, walking towards his closet. When he reappeared, he had pulled out a throng and a towel. He handed me the items and smiled. "This is Big Daddy's favorite. Go, freshen up and change."

Before I could protest, he shut the door behind him and gave me a wolfish grin.