Being the Alpha’s baby mama

NEW IDENTITY

Natasha’s POV

I looked at my face in the mirror and whistled. Damn, I looked good but I also looked completely different.

No one from my past life would be able to tell that I was the same person except if they heard my voice and even then, they’d have a hard time believing it because of how different I looked.

“Do you not like it?” The plastic surgeon, Drake, my second chance mate and Alpha of the Golden Circle Pack had shipped in from China asked and I shook my head unable to wipe the big smile off my face.

Like? “I love it,” I told her honestly and she grinned, pride shining in her blue eyes.

She had every reason to feel proud, she had done such a good job. I couldn’t remember the last time I smiled so big but if I had to guess it was probably the day I had my boys.

That day had been the happiest day of my life and I longed to feel that happiness again but I doubt I would ever feel it. Knowing that one of my children had been killed left a bitter pill in my mouth.

The thought of Caleb, my boy that Luther had brutally murdered caused a lump to form in my throat and the smile on my face was replaced with a frown.

Thinking about Caleb always brought raw emotions but not thinking about him wasn’t an option either.

“May I?” the Doctor asked and I nodded, stretching out the mirror to her and she shook her head making me frown, “I wanted to make a suggestion.”

I nodded and she took a deep breath.

“I think you should also change your name.” She advised and I thought about it for a second while she continued speaking. “Most of my patients get their faces changed to give them a new lease on life, some of them want a fresh start and then others are simply running away from their past.”

I avoided her gaze, scared that she could see which category I belonged to just by looking into my eyes and she smiled, raising my chin with her hand.

“It’s your business for what reason you decided to do this but my advice is to do it right.”

I nodded, knowing she was right. A name change would be perfect. I thought about possible choices for names and one in particular stood out from the rest. “Freya,” I breathed and she raised an eyebrow in question.

“My new name,” I told her and she smiled, stretching her hand, this time to take the mirror. I gave it to her as I tried my new name on my tongue. “Freya.”

“That’s a lovely name and I hope your new life is as lovely as it sounds.” She beamed and I sighed. You and me both, doctor, you and me both.

After giving me strict instructions on what I could and what I couldn’t do, she left and I was alone in my room again.

***

“I want to f**k you,” Drake announced as I walked into his room and I scoffed not in the least bit affected by his crass words. When I had agreed to his conditions, I knew there’d be no romantic dinners and no hearts and flowers either, everything would just be mindless and meaningless s*x.

While he was watching me, I took off my clothes and gave myself to him fully aware of what I signed up for. Soon he was kissing me everywhere and I was moaning like a slut. Just as he was about to take off his pants, the door suddenly flew open and we looked up. I frowned as I stared at the unfamiliar woman standing at the door gawking at us.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” I asked, wondering who she was and why she felt she had the right to barge into the room like this. “Why is the door even unlocked?” I asked as I turned to look at him and he glared at me.

“Shut up,” He muttered, anger laced in every word and I narrowed my eyes. No one was allowed to shut me up. The old me, maybe but not this new me.

“You are such a public d**k; do you even check where you put that thing?” I asked him, anger stemming from the fact that I had agreed to his absurd terms overwhelming me.

“I said shut up,” he insisted, turning to look at me but I didn’t shut up. How could I shut up? He had been with so many women since I arrived at the packhouse, and I hadn't stayed up to a week yet.

“You’re disgusting.”

“She’s my girlfriend and my betrothed.” He announced as if that was supposed to change anything and I scoffed.

“I don’t care if she’s the moon goddess’ daughter and why isn’t she the one you’re making babies with?” I asked, my voice louder than I had planned and the lady in question gasped letting me know she had no idea about Drake’s plan. How cute.

“You!” Suddenly, Drake was squeezing my neck so tight and cutting off my oxygen flow.

“Let me go,” I choked, feeling life being sucked out of me.

“You will watch how you refer to her,” he warned as he released me and I coughed trying to get my breathing under control.

“You will speak to her with complete respect at all times.”

I Completely respect my ass. “You are no different from the women he sleeps with every day,” I croaked, my voice hoarse. “You are nothing more than a cheap slut.”

“I told you to….” Drake started saying but his girlfriend didn’t let him finish as she screamed, running towards me.

“How dare you?” She fumed, raising her hand to hit me and I froze. I hadn’t seen that coming at all. Before she could hit me, however, Drake caught her arm causing us both to gasp in shock and disbelief.