Torn Between Two Alphas

CHAPTER3

Amelia

“You are pregnant, Amelia.”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I stared at the doctor, my mind refusing to process what she had just said. Pregnant? I couldn’t be. I wasn’t even anyone's mate. This can’t be happening.

“Amelia?” Dr. Hayes’ voice broke through the fog of my thoughts. “Did you hear me?”

I blinked, my heart pounding in my chest as I met her eyes. “I—I’m pregnant?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her expression soft but serious. “About six weeks along.”

Six weeks? My mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Six weeks ago. . .Connor. Of course, it was Connor. Who else could it be? The realization hit me with full force, and I felt my stomach churn.

I could barely breathe. My hands clutched the armrests of the chair, my knuckles turning white as panic surged through me. I was pregnant with Connor’s child. The same Connor who had forced himself on me. The same Connor who had treated me like nothing more than an object he could control. And now. . .this.

I wasn’t his mate. He wasn’t mine. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Mates were supposed to bond and have families, but not like this. Not with someone who wasn’t even destined to be with me.

My body went cold as the fear gripped me tighter. What would he do when he found out? Would he be angry? Would he reject me all over again, this time for good? My thoughts swirled as I pictured his face, the way he looked at me with those sharp, piercing eyes—like I was something he owned, something disposable.

Tears stung my eyes as I thought about how mean Connor had been to me, how he had taken whatever he wanted without caring about the consequences. He didn’t care about me—he never had. I was just a tool to him. And now I had his child growing inside me.

The nausea returned, more intense than ever. Without saying a word, I pushed myself up from the chair and rushed out of the doctor’s office, barely making it to the bathroom in time. I heaved into the toilet, my body shaking as tears blurred my vision.

How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?

After a few moments, the wave of sickness passed, leaving me weak and trembling. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, leaning against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall for support. I felt trapped, cornered by a future I didn’t know how to face.

I wanted to cry, to scream, but all I could do was shake as the tears continued to fall. This wasn’t supposed to be my life. I wasn’t supposed to be here, hiding in a bathroom, pregnant with a man’s child who didn’t care about me. I wanted to wake up and find out this was all just a terrible dream.

But it wasn’t.

Eventually, I gathered enough strength to pull myself together. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to shake off the daze that had settled over me. Slowly, I made my way back to the doctor’s office, dreading what I would hear next.

Dr Hayes looked up as I walked in, her expression softening when she saw my tear-streaked face. “Amelia, sit down,” she said gently, gesturing to the chair.

I sat, feeling like I was moving on autopilot. My body was there, but my mind was still trying to process the bombshell that had just been dropped on me.

“Amelia, I know this is a lot to take in,” Dr. Hayes said, her voice kind. “But you need to take care of yourself. You’re very pale, and you’re clearly under a lot of stress.”

“I…” I started, my throat dry. “I don’t know what to do.”

She reached out, placing a comforting hand on mine. “First, you need to rest. Your health is important right now. Stress isn’t good for you or the baby. Make sure you’re eating, staying hydrated, and getting enough sleep.”

I nodded, though her words felt distant like they were coming from another room. How was I supposed to take care of myself when my entire world had just been flipped upside down?

Dr. Hayes offered me a small, sympathetic smile. “You’re not alone in this, Amelia. You have people who care about you.”

I wanted to laugh at that, but the sound got caught in my throat. Who cared about me? Aunt Selina? Catherine? They would be furious if they found out. And Connor. . . Connor would be the worst of all.

After thanking Dr. Hayes, I left the clinic, my mind spinning as I hailed a cab. The moment I settled into the backseat, the weight of the situation crashed down on me. My thoughts spiralled as the cab wove through the busy streets.

What was I going to do? I placed a trembling hand on my stomach, still unable to believe it. I was carrying Connor’s child. The thought of it terrified me. How would I face him? How would he react? He would probably be furious—he had never wanted me. He had made that clear enough.

I could already imagine Aunt Selina’s reaction. She would be livid. She had always resented me for reasons I never understood, and now this? Having a child for the Alpha of our pack? She’d probably throw me out. Catherine would laugh, delighted by my misery, and use this to torment me even more.

Uncle Gerald… I shivered at the thought of him. He was strict and traditional, and if he found out about this, I wasn’t sure what he would do. And what about the pack? They would hate me. No one in their right mind would accept a girl like me carrying the Alpha’s child.

I felt sick again, but this time I managed to hold it down. Doom. That’s what this felt like—pure doom. Everything I had ever feared was coming true, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

As the cab pulled up to my street, I hesitated. My heart raced as a new thought occurred to me. Connor. I needed to tell him. He needed to know the truth, whether I wanted to or not.

But the thought of seeing him, of standing in front of him and telling him I was pregnant with his child, made my hands tremble. What if he rejects me again? What if he told me to get rid of it? What if… what if he didn’t care at all?

I instructed the cab driver to take a different route, one that would lead me to Connor’s mansion. As we approached, my stomach twisted in knots. The familiar iron gates loomed ahead, and the sight of them made my heart pound in my chest.

This was it. I took another shaky breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I had to tell him.

As the cab rolled to a stop outside the mansion, I stared up at the towering building, feeling smaller and more vulnerable than ever.

I stepped into Connor’s mansion, and the familiar scent of leather and cologne washed over me.

My heart raced as I made my way through the decorated halls.

I could hardly believe I was there, about to confront the Alpha about the most life-altering news I had ever received.

Taking a deep breath, I reached the door to his study and knocked lightly.

“Come in,” came his authoritative voice.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside, trying to maintain my composure despite the dread in my stomach. Connor sat behind his mahogany desk, his expression unreadable as he looked up at me. If anything, I could tell that he didn't want me here.

“Amelia,” he said, his voice smooth yet filled with an undercurrent of something I couldn’t quite place. Maybe hatred? “What brings you here?”

“I—I need to talk to you,” I stammered, my voice trembling slightly. “It’s important.”

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a hint of impatience in his posture. “Go on.”

I swallowed hard, gathering my courage. “I...I went to the doctor today.” My voice broke slightly, and I took a deep breath. “Connor, I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, a heavy silence filled the room. Connor’s eyes widened, and I could almost see the gears turning in his mind. “Pregnant?” he echoed as if the word was foreign to him.

“Y-yes,” I continued, my heart pounding. “I’m pregnant, and it’s—”

“It’s not mine,” he interrupted sharply, cutting me off. The denial was instantaneous, and it was as though he poured a bucket of iced water at me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising in disbelief. “You’re the only one I—”

“It’s not my responsibility, Amelia.” His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth or concern. “You need to think clearly about this.”

I could have dropped dead there and then. Maybe I should have.