Accidentally Inseminated With The Alpha’s baby

1. IZABELLA I had just finished my appointment at the clinic. It was a routine check-up with my gynecologist, one I scheduled every three months just to make sure everything was fine. You know, down there. Usually, my best friend Nicole handled my appointments. She was the best gynecologist I knew and made these visits so much easier. But today, Nicole was swamped with work, so she passed me off to one of her coworkers. I didn’t mind at first, but as I left the clinic and sat in the waiting area for my Uber, something felt… off. I shifted in the hard plastic chair, trying to ignore the uncomfortable sensation. It wasn’t painful, just strange, like something was out of place. I brushed it off, figuring it was probably in my head, and opened my phone to pass the time. Just as I started scrolling, a message from my boss, Ignazio, popped into my phone. Paris meeting closed early. Book a flight tomorrow for 4 PM. I rolled my eyes at his usual bluntness. Ignazio Narducci wasn’t one for pleasantries, and I’d long stopped expecting them. At 36 years old, he probably thought he was above small talk. And as his assistant for four years, I’d gotten used to his no-nonsense, limited speech approach, but it still made me chuckle sometimes. I made a mental note to book his flight and went back to scrolling. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a familiar name pop up on my feed. Xavier. He’d posted a story with his location tagged in New York. My brows furrowed as I stared at the screen. Xavier wasn’t supposed to be back from Chicago yet. He was an enforcer for one of the major packs in Chicago and had an important job at a leading oil company there. We hadn’t seen each other in a month because of his work. But now he was back, and he hadn’t told me? That’s… weird. I knew work took up a lot of his time. Honestly, he was busy almost 24/7. He really probably just forgot. I ignored the small ache in my chest and decided to surprise him instead. I knew him well enough to know he’d be at his apartment. Xavier wasn’t much of a social butterfly, whenever he was in New York, he preferred staying home. I got up, pushed the strange feeling from my earlier appointment aside, and headed out of the clinic. The busy streets of Modern New York City greeted me as I waited for my ride to pull up to the curb. I glanced at the people bustling around me, a mix of humans and wolves alike. Some said you couldn’t tell a wolf from a human just by looking, but I disagreed. Wolves had a glow––a certain… radiance that humans didn’t. It made sense that I noticed it. I was always around wolves because of my job. Whenever I told people where I worked, I always got the same floored, jaw to the floor reaction. I worked for Ignazio Narducci, as a personal assistant to one of the most successful businessmen in the United States. Hell, the whole damn world. He had a streamline of businesses that kept his name steadily reoccurring in the Forbes list of the top 3 most successful men in the world. And that was just the least of his achievements. Because Ignazio Narducci, wasn’t just my boss. Like half of the people who lived in New York, he was a werewolf. And not just any werewolf. But the most powerful alpha in all of Modern New York City. His pack resided in a whole town sectioned off just for his people. Full of high rise buildings and luxury from hooter to cooter. Every wolf that didn’t belong was envious of his people, and the beautiful home he’d built for them. And if you’d ask me, I’d tell you some humans felt the same way too. To this day, I didn’t know why he’d given me the job four years ago. I was just a twenty-one year old human with a mediocre resume. But he had, and I’d been grateful ever since. Finally, my ride pulled up and I got in, headed towards Xavier’s place. My excitement grew as we got closer. I couldn’t wait to see him again, to feel his arms around me after so long. When we arrived, I paid the driver and went up to his penthouse. I knew the code to his door by heart. But as I stepped inside, my excitement turned to unease. Slowly… but the feeling was there. And it grew more and more the further I stepped inside. The place was a mess. Clothes were scattered across the floor, leading from the living room all the way to the bedroom. Half-empty glasses of whiskey sat on the coffee table, their contents spilling onto the wood. I bent down, my stomach twisting, and picked up a red thong lying on the floor. My hands shook as I dropped it back where I found it. No… This couldn’t be what it looked like. A vice closed around my neck. Maybe Xavier wasn’t home. Maybe someone else was staying here, and this wasn’t what it seemed. He wouldn’t do this to me. He wouldn’t. He loved me. But as I reached the bedroom door, dread pooled in my stomach. My hands trembled as I pushed it open. And there he was. I wished I could have turned back time, to right before I pushed open the f*****g door. My eyes stung as they zoned in on the sight in front of me. Xavier. In bed with a woman I knew all too well. My older sister, Concetta. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Xavier jumped up, swearing under his breath. Connie, on the other hand, looked at me with a smirk. She wrapped the sheet around herself lazily, like she wasn’t ashamed at all. “It’s not what it looks like!” Xavier shouted, his voice panicked. But it was exactly what it looked like. Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled back. “Iza, hold on,” Xavier reached out to me with one hand while he tried to pull up his pants with the other. The f*****g audacity of this bastard. I was already backing away. They weren't going to see me cry, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. I couldn’t stay there, couldn’t listen to their excuses. My heart pounded loud enough that I could hear the blood rushing in my ears as I turned and ran, the sound of their voices fading as I bolted out of the apartment. ––*–– That night, I cried until there were no tears left. The weight of my grief pressed down on my chest and made it so damn hard to breathe. I knew if I bothered to look in the mirror, all I’d see would be swollen, red eyes, and a girl who looked like her world had just been swept out from right under her feet. The betrayal was like a knife in my chest, cutting deeper every time I thought about it. Xavier, the man I’d loved for three years, had…destroyed me. And Concetta… I’d always known she harbored resentment toward me. Ever since we were kids, she was the person who’d always reminded me of how our mother had died giving birth to me. We’d never been close, not like sisters should be. Not like Violetta and I were, even though Violetta was adopted. But still… I’d loved her in my own way. Not anymore. That was all in the past. I stared at the ceiling, my heart aching in a way I couldn’t put into words. Sleep didn’t come easily, and when it finally did, my dreams were filled with their faces, mocking me. Haunting me. I couldn’t stop wondering how long it had been going on for. Months? Years? Maybe even… for our entire relationship. God. A tear slipped down the side of my face, and I didn’t bother wiping it away as I let my eyes drift shut. How could I have been such a fool? Even a week later, I looked at myself in the mirror, hating what stared back at me. My eyes were puffy and swollen, the greens dimmed into nothing, and a complexion just as pale as my emotions. Just as I’d expected. I barely recognized myself. My phone buzzed on the counter, dragging me out of my self pity. I ignored it at first, but when I saw Nicole’s name flash across the screen, I picked it up. Albeit reluctantly. I really didn’t feel like talking to anyone. “Hello?” My voice was hoarse from crying. “Iza! Oh my god, I’ve been trying to reach you!” Nicole’s voice was frantic, panic lacing every word. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my stomach tightening. Nicole was the happy go lucky type. She wasn’t ever serious, and so when she was, like now, it had my spidey senses tingling. “There’s been a mistake,” she said, her voice shaking. “A huge mistake.” “What mistake?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but dread crept in. What the hell was she talking about. Wait… was this about my appointment a week ago? I had completely forgotten about it. Nicole took a deep breath. “Last week… at your appointment… Iza, you were… you were-” What the hell? My hackles rose, and I tightened my grip around the phone. “Spit it out, Nicki.” And then she blurted out words that made my stomach drop right down to my toes. No way in hell. “You were accidentally artificially inseminated with someone’s baby.”