Pregnant and on the Run from My Alpha Mate

CHAPTER 001 JARVIS’ POINT OF VIEW The pain from his touch and his verbal attacks creates an indistinguishable agony in my heart. His every touch serves as a painful reminder of my decline and his intense loathing toward me. The bedroom space feels both cold and dark, and it creates a suffocating atmosphere. Raymond’s room. No—the Alpha's bedroom. His domain. I lie on my back while gazing at the ceiling as I try to escape into unconsciousness. Anywhere but here. The escape from him remains impossible. His heavy weight forces me into the mattress while his every movement feels like punishment. There’s no tenderness. No hesitation. Just raw, seething hatred. His heavy breaths against my neck carry the heat of his furious rage. My body remains unresponsive as he forces himself on me in the way he always does. His hands squeeze my throat tightly. I can predict his next words before he finishes his sentence. He glares at me while saying, "You filthy slut, look at me." His voice becomes a frozen blade while his breath carries the venom of death. You will never succeed in escaping through your thoughts. You're not going anywhere." A sharp slap stings my face. A powerful pain strikes my cheek as blood fills my mouth. I don’t react. My ability to pretend has become too refined. The skill of disappearing into memories of a better past has become too natural for me. We were children once. The three of us ran until we were exhausted while laughing behind the Packhouse fields. Lisa, Raymond, and I. Raymond was my best friend. I developed my love for him before I understood what real love meant. His fingers tighten. A warning. I snap back into the moment. His hips push deeper into me with increased speed. I clamp my teeth on my lip to stop myself from making any sound. Tears only fuel his anger. "Murderer," he growls. Another thrust. Harder. More brutal. "You took her life for this?" He gestures at himself, his entire body trembling. "For my body? My attention? You believed killing her would make me fall in love with you. I freeze. Lisa. His mentions of her always lead to the worst part of his anger. His fury intensifies as he sinks his nails into my flesh. "Don't act innocent, bitch." He breaks free from our embrace to discard me as worthless garbage. The momentary absence of pain from the bed provides a short respite until he grabs my hair to pull me off the mattress and drops me onto the floor. "You deserve this. "Every single thing." A boot slams into my ribs. Pain bursts through me. The blood in my mouth makes me cough, but I stay motionless. The situation becomes more dangerous when you try to fight back. "You think you're above punishment?" His voice drips venom. Do you believe that you can murder my partner and my heir and then depart without repercussions? "I didn't—" Another kick. My stomach. A new wave of nausea hits me as I fold over myself. My body automatically folds into a protective position to shield the few remaining pieces of myself. Raymond pulls me to my feet before pushing me down to kneel. You will stay silent throughout this entire encounter. Not after what you’ve done." His fist delivers a brutal strike to my face. Bone cracks. My head spins as pain waves through my skull. But this? This is nothing new. You should have died the instant I witnessed your actions against her. He grabs my hair to pull my head up toward his face. "But no. You will suffer endlessly from this day forward. His words cut deeper than his physical blows. I bite back tears. Crying makes it worse. He hates when I cry. With a vicious tone, he declares, "I'll transform your life into a terrifying nightmare." "Until the day you die." His hands push me to the ground before he positions his body on top of mine. His fingers sink into my skin as he grips me forcefully during the brutal encounter that brings me intense physical agony. My mind wanders away before darkness consumes the world. *** We were children once. Back then, everything was easy. My best friend was Raymond. He constantly led me through exciting escapades while maintaining his perpetual laughter and his constant display of happiness. I loved him. Always had. My confession of love to him resulted in the destruction of our relationship. He found Lisa an hour later. He found Lisa. His mate. I managed to smile despite my suffering while I ate my broken heart. I wanted them to be happy. That instant had already killed me. They were perfect together. They were the epitome of the Twilight Claw Pack. I forced myself to move on. I forced myself to accept it. The night that everything ended took me by complete surprise. *** It was a normal day. Lisa and I strolled through the forest as sunlight passed through the branches above us. At the time, Lisa was five months pregnant, and she kept her hand on her growing belly while we laughed about her poor foot visibility. I made fun of her by saying she would become a perfect mother. She giggled. Lisa's laughter had the power to make any space brighter. "I'll accept that as a compliment from my little sister." It was peaceful. The heaviness of my shattered heart took a brief break during this unusual period. I ignored my suffering and pretended to be content about her pregnancy. I made an effort to feel joy about her pregnancy. And then? Everything descended into chaos. *** The guard stepped away from our sight for a brief instant. He mentioned that there might be trouble at the Pack's borders. We paid no attention to the situation. And then— A masked figure appeared. Moving fast. A blur. Something hit my head with such force that I only managed to emit a short scream. *** Darkness. Silence. Then— Blood. The scent was thick, suffocating. I sat up from the floor while my head pounded and my vision swirled. And then I saw her. Lisa. The forest floor displayed her body in a twisted position. Blood everywhere. The killer had cut her throat open, and her face became unidentifiable. But her belly— Her baby— The object had disappeared. Stolen. The baby she carried vanished from her womb before it could survive. A knife rested next to her corpse with blood covering its surface. My fingerprints. The world blurred. My mind screamed. I opened my mouth and— I screamed too. *** The guards discovered me shortly after I arrived at the scene. "You did this!" A spear pointed at me. "I saw you!" No. It wasn’t me. But my hands were bloody. My face—horrified. Everything looked wrong. No one listened. No one believed me. The dungeon's darkness enveloped me as it became cold, and I found myself alone in it. And then? Lisa’s body disappeared. The guard who accused me is dead. Dead. Mysteriously. And suddenly? My crimes extended beyond simple murder. *** The cell door opened. He stepped inside. Raymond. His expression showed complete, unadulterated hatred. "You killed her." His voice—so empty. "You killed my mate. Stole her body." "I didn’t—" "You murdered my child. Killed the guard. Now you’ll pay." *** And pay I did. Three months. Torture. Wolfsbane. Burns. Cuts. Lacerations. Until I lost my wolf. I lost my sense of being alive during that time. One night he returned. A monster in human form. His boot delivered a brutal strike to my rib cage. He spoke with a frozen voice as he said, "You took everything from me." His words permeated my veins like ice, causing my blood to solidify. "Lisa. My child." His face approached mine as his cold breath touched my flesh. "You’ll replace what you stole." His words formed a prison around my body. He demanded that I would bear him a fresh heir. And from that moment? I was his toy. His slave. His prisoner. His captive. Forever. The length of my survival against this situation remains uncertain. How much more can I take?