Carrying The Alpha's Baby

Chapter Four

Rajah paced back and forth in the front yard, seeking solace in its familiar scenery, which had never failed anyone in their times of stress. Towering trees adorned with lush branches framed the landscape, while the gentle aroma from the flowers surrounding the fountain was rumored to emit a calming agent, inducing anyone who caught even a whiff to sink into contemplation, fostering wisdom and rational decisions.

From the highest room in the house, Mirabel observed Rajah with keen interest. Even from afar, his presence was captivating and undeniably attractive. Whenever he paused in his stride, it seemed deliberate, as if he were aware of being observed. His short hair danced gracefully in the wind, adding to his allure. Mirabel couldn't help but fantasize about having a deeper connection with him, wishing she could claim him for herself. Yet, she quickly shook off such thoughts, reminding herself that such a relationship was merely a distant dream.

"What a sight, right?" Ruth's voice broke Mirabel's reverie, causing her to startle slightly as her best friend appeared beside her. "Easy there, it's just me," Ruth chuckled, amused by Mirabel's reaction.

Mirabel turned to face Ruth, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Sorry, I was lost in thought."

Ruth grinned knowingly. "Lost in Rajah, more like it."

Mirabel rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her lips. "You know me too well."

Ruth leaned against the windowsill, her gaze following Rajah's pacing form below. "He's quite the mystery, isn't he? Always so brooding and intense."

Mirabel nodded, her own gaze drifting back to Rajah. "I wonder what he's thinking about."

"Probably something deep and philosophical," Ruth mused. "Or maybe he's just rehearsing his next big speech."

The thought made Mirabel chuckle. "Or perhaps he's pondering the mysteries of the universe."

Ruth grinned. "Either way, I bet it's something fascinating."

As they watched Rajah continue his restless pacing, Mirabel couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. She wished she could muster the courage to approach him, to unravel the enigma that was Rajah. But for now, she contented herself with stealing glances from afar, savoring the brief moments when their eyes met, and the world seemed to stand still.

Rajah caught Mirabel and Ruth looking out the window, exchanging a glance that stirred indescribable emotions within Mirabel, leaving her with knots in her stomach. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, a silent acknowledgment of feelings that had been bubbling beneath the surface for far too long. As Rajah's gaze met hers, Mirabel felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks, a sensation she couldn't quite explain but one that left her both exhilarated and apprehensive.

With a barely perceptible nod, Rajah broke the spell, turning away and disappearing from view. Mirabel's heart sank as she watched him leave, a pang of longing tugging at her insides. She wanted to reach out to him, to chase after him and pour out her feelings, but she knew it was futile. Rajah was like a distant star, always just out of reach, his brilliance too dazzling for her to grasp.

Meanwhile, Mirabel received a summons from Valenthia, to discuss the way forward regarding the unexpected pregnancy. The news had sent shockwaves through the household, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions and speculation. Valenthia, ever the matriarch, wasted no time in taking charge, summoning Mirabel to her chambers for a private audience.

Now Valenthia is a woman like no other, she was a towering six foot two, just inches below her son who was whole six foot five of a fine man. She was a beautiful breed between mexican and indian parents, her hair which as wiast lenght but tied up into an elegant bun was dark as night and her body curves as sharp as a brand new hour glass. For a woman in her fifties men were still persuing her but because of her responsibilties she finds no interesting in any, especally given her past relationship with Rajah's father.

As they sat down to address the matter, Valenthia began to outline her plans for handling the situation. Her demeanor was calm and composed, betraying none of the turmoil that Mirabel felt churning inside her. It was clear that Valenthia was a woman accustomed to navigating through life's storms with grace and determination, and Mirabel couldn't help but admire her strength.

However, before Valenthia could delve further into her planning, Mirabel made a startling revelation: she was not supposed to be pregnant. Years of medical complications had led doctors to believe that she could never conceive a child. It was a bitter truth that Mirabel had long since come to terms with, but now it threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade she had built around herself.

Valenthia's initial reaction was one of shock and disbelief, her elegant facade momentarily faltering before she regained her composure. But beneath the surface, Mirabel sensed a flicker of understanding, a glimmer of something that hinted at a deeper knowledge or intuition. It was as if Valenthia knew more than she was letting on, as if she held the key to unlocking the mysteries of Mirabel's past.

For a moment, the two women sat in silence, each lost in her own thoughts. Then, Valenthia spoke, her voice soft but tinged with a steely resolve. She may not have all the answers, but she was determined to uncover the truth, to unravel the tangled web of secrets and lies that threatened to tear their world apart. And as Mirabel looked into her eyes, she knew that she wasn't alone, that together they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, no matter how daunting they may be. Or so she thought.

Valethia straightened up and changed her facial like to tell her she was unmoved by the news and was about to give Mirabel hell, it's like she were talking to two people. One moment they were bonding by the fire and the next total hated. She tried not to let it get to her ad prepared herself for the worst.

"How sure are you that this child even my son's? What made you come to that conclusion?", she asked bluntly.

"I beg your pardon?", Mirabel shocked but almost understanding. Besides she's just being a mother, right?

Valenthia asked almost growling and it was a growl indeed, "How sure are you that the baby inside you is my grandchild? We don't know you at all and plenty of girls do things like this."