Rejected by My Alpha, Carrying His Heir

NO ESCAPE

I ran.

Instinct took over the moment they moved toward me.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up.

I turned and ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

The ground felt uneven beneath my feet, but I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

Footsteps chased after me.

Heavy.

Fast.

Getting closer.

“Stop running!” one of them shouted.

I ignored it.

Fear pushed me forward, adrenaline fueling every step.

My lungs burned, my legs ached, but I kept going.

I had to.

For the baby.

A hand nearly grabbed me from behind.

I swerved sharply, barely escaping.

My breath hitched as panic surged again.

This wasn’t random.

This was planned.

I could feel it.

They weren’t just trying to scare me.

They wanted something more.

Something dangerous.

I turned another corner, hoping to find someone—anyone—but the area was deserted.

Empty.

Like I had been led here.

Trapped.

My chest tightened.

This was bad.

Very bad.

My pace slowed slightly as my strength began to fade.

I couldn’t keep this up much longer.

And they knew it.

Their footsteps slowed too.

Confident.

Patient.

Like they were enjoying this.

Hunting me.

And for the first time…

I realized something terrifying.

I might not make it out of this.