Carrying The Alpha's Baby

ChapterThree

Mirabel awoke to the soft caress of sunlight filtering through the golden lace curtains, casting a warm glow over the lavish room she found herself in. The bed, adorned with purple silk sheets and rose gold plush pillows, felt like a haven amidst the turmoil of her thoughts. As she struggled to shake off the remnants of her fainting spell, her gaze fell upon Dominique, the sweet old lady who seemed to apparently know the reason her and her best friend took such a long trip for a man wh could've been a serial for all she knew.

Dominique's presence was a comforting anchor in the middle of the storm of confusion swirling within Mirabel's mind. Her gentle eyes held a depth of wisdom that somehow put Mirabel in a calm mood without a single word, and as she spoke, her words carried a weight that resonated with Mirabel.

"Thank goodness you're awake babe, I was so worried." Ruth said so concerned.

"You must be careful, my dear," Dominique murmured, her voice tinged with concern. "Especially in your condition."

Mirabel's heart skipped a beat at Dominique's cryptic warning, her mind racing to decipher its meaning. What did she know? And how did she know about her pregnancy? Before she could voice her questions, the door swung open, revealing Rajar and Valenthia, the formidable duo whose presence commanded attention.

Rajar's tall, imposing figure filled the doorway, his dark eyes flashing with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief. His chiseled features, reminiscent of a Greek god, held a magnetism that drew Mirabel in despite her head being in jumbles. Beside him stood Valenthia, a vision of elegance and strength, a mother only looking out for her only son, her regal bearing marking her as the matriarch of the household.

As Mirabel prepared to reveal the truth behind her journey, Dominique's interruption shattered the tense silence that hung in the air. "She's expecting a werewolf baby, his," Dominique declared as looked at Rajar, her words cutting through the room like a knife.

The revelation sent shockwaves rippling through the room, leaving Mirabel reeling from its impact, she couldn't believe that was just put out there but someone had to say it anyway . Rajar's disbelief was palpable, his features contorted in a mixture of shock and confusion. Beside him, Valenthia's expression mirrored his astonishment, her eyes widening in disbelief.

The weight of Dominique's words pressed down on Mirabel, filling her with a sense of unease and uncertainty. How would they react to this unexpected news? Would they reject her and her unborn child, casting them aside like unwanted burdens? Not that she wanted support, she only came for answers before continued with her life.

After a moment of stunned silence, Rajar's voice cut through the tension, his tone tinged with disbelief. "It can't be true," he protested, his gaze fixed on Mirabel. "She can't carry my child. It's impossible."

But Valenthia's response was swift and unwavering, her voice filled with a steely resolve that brooked no argument. "Whether you believe it or not, Rajar, the truth remains," she declared, her eyes boring into her son's. "And you will face the consequences of your actions, whether you like it or not."

As the weight of Valenthia's words settled over them, Mirabel felt a surge of fear and uncertainty wash over her. Would Rajar accept the truth and take responsibility for his actions? Or would he reject her and their unborn child, leaving her to face the challenges ahead alone?

With a heavy heart, Mirabel sunk in the bed where she lay and hoped they would all leave her alone, the weight of the revelation pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. Alone with her thoughts, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store for her and her unborn child. Would they find acceptance and belonging in this strange new world, or would they be cast aside like unwanted outsiders?

As the hours passed, Mirabel found herself lost in a whirlwind of emotions, her mind racing with questions and uncertainties. But amidst the chaos, one thing remained clear – she would do whatever it took to protect her child, even if it meant facing the wrath of those who sought to deny their existence.

And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon and darkness descended upon the Aguilera mansion, Mirabel found herself clinging to a flicker of hope in the middle of all this kerfuffle . For in the depths of her heart, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would face them with courage and determination, for the sake of her unborn child and the love that bound them together. They're response did not matter because she knew a fact she was not suppose to be in that situation and just neede answers, as soon as she got answers she and Ruth were out of there. Little does she know her stay would take quite longer than she expected.