My Three Hot Alphas

4: Break Me

Liora's POV

Octavius’s Coronation Eve

Blood!?

I feel nauseous. My eyes spin at the sight of my blood streaking down my slit thumb as I try to get coconut off its shell for Luna Lily and Rhea who are just chilling out on the terrace that oversees the cool sea. Unable to control the bile rising in my throat, I arch forward, vomiting on Rhea before I could throw it the other way.

“Ah…”

Rhea gasps, arms suspended with her body jittering. It feels like she will pass out from seeing her body stamped with puke.

“I’m sorry… please…” The knife and fruit fall off. I rush to wipe Rhea clean with the disposable napkin. “It's not intentional, Rhea…” My hands tremble as I wipe off my mess.

“Slave girl,” Luna Lily’s voice is cold as steel.

I try to get all of it off before I look her way but it's impossible.

“Enough of you touching her with your filthy hands.” She scolds, her angry eyes on me.

My saving grace is that she isn't so close to Rhea. Otherwise, my head would be hanging over the cliff by now.

“Is this a payback for only doing my job?” Rhea sniffles, almost close to tears.

“No. No.” My hands ache to touch her but she withdraws. I clench them in response. “I swear, it's not…” I blink back tears. “I’m just sick…”

“How long?” Luna demands, face stern as a rock. “How long have you been sick?”

I stutter, unable to get my words right. It's been days? Maybe the whole week and the last. I don't know.

Oddly, she cackles. It's the most I’ve seen her react as a contrast to the classy queen she prides herself in. “Instead of working to clear your debt you chose to f**k around?”

I freeze.

No. No. No.

I try to block out the crazy thoughts her words stir in my head.

“If you think I’m going to feed a slave and her little bastard, think again.” She is cold as ice. “Who is the father?”

My lips quiver. I'm still trying to process everything. It escalated so quickly.

“You have three seconds.” Luna Lily blows specks of dust off her gel polish. “Or get your parents thrown in jail for giving me such a headache after the nerve to steal from me?”

I drop to my knees, shaky.

“Jeez. Liora.” Rhea leans closer. “Just say it. You can't try to protect a street urchin over your parents.”

Luna raises her index finger, indicating I have two seconds left.

My heart pounds. I’m suddenly sweaty even though the sea breeze blows hard. “It's…”

“Liorat?”

His cool baritone filters in. I can't tell why it's soothing, but if I’m going to burn, he might as well join me. After the s*x, he always acts busy as if that night never happened.

“This is what happens when a slave chooses s*x over her job.” His mother steps in. “Yeah. She’s pregnant.” She hisses.

I watch Octavius stutter like he has no clue. His eyes lock with mine, searching for answers I couldn't give.

“Good riddance.” Luna sighs. “I have to do away with her anyway.”

“Mum,” he finally finds his voice. “You’ve been working all day for my great day, let me handle this.” He fakes a smile.

“Oh son, you're so sweet,” Rhea touches her chest. “I hope she gets a good fate too, but you can't add to your stress, Mr. Octavius.”

“Do what you're paid for and stay out of pack affairs.” He snaps softly. “And you, up.” He groans. “I’ve got laundry to be done. After that, we’ll treat this case.”

I don't wait for him to say another word before I bolt up and rush out to save myself. Sprinting down the busy hallway, tears stream down my cheeks. I can't be pregnant… and certainly not for Octavius.

Once he gets into his room, he shuts the door. His blunt expression shifts to anger. Hands on his hips, he watches me. “You think spewing to my mum will make her accept you into the family?”

I bat my eyelids and mop. “I'm not…”

He walks over to the bedside drawer and pulls out something. When he dumps it on me, it's a pregnancy kit. Does he keep those around for his other bitches? It's irrelevant, so I discard it.

“Don’t just look.” He snaps.

Mumbling silent prayers, I get into the restroom to pee for the test. The first minute has my heart beating loudly in my ears. I hold my breath, thick sweat breaks out of my pores. The next seconds go by slowly, freaking slowly.

Then it appears, the second line after the control line…

Oh. My. God!

“Get rid of it.” Octavius’s deep tone jerks me out of my head. “How naive can you be to let yourself get pregnant?”

“It takes two to make a baby, Octopus.”

He steps closer, his intimidating height hovers like a cloud. Gentle yet deadly, his hand curls around my slender neck, grazing with his thumb as if testing my strength.

“Don’t ever call me that.” His breath is hot on my face. “I have a coronation to plan, I can't shift responsibilities.”

I gulp dryly, feeling my throat swell in his grip.

“We have nine long months. Besides, you're not even planning your event.”

“You talk too much.” He threatens to choke me before letting me go.

I exhale loudly and drag air into my lungs.

“Tomorrow, I’ll be Blackridge’s alpha. It's enough responsibility.” His eyes shift to a dark shade. “Get rid of it. It's not a request.”