The Alpha's Enemy's Daughter

I've always been the daring one in the family. I was eighteen and thrived on pushing limits. Even without a wolf, I made my mark in the pack.Being the only tech nerd that helped the pack with its security gave me a bit of power. At nineteen, I was able to keep rogues off our land and that turned me to a hero. I was twenty two and reckless but I always played it safe. It was a cold Friday night, I was having fun in the club away from the pack lands when I was approached by a guy. No, a man. A chiseled face and beautiful build that looked like it took seven gods to perfect, cupid lips and electrifying blue eyes that sent zaps of electricity down my spine. To finish me off, he had height that towered above me like a giant and a body I could climb for days. So, yeah, no one can blame me for losing my virginity to him. THREE WEEKS LATER The chill in my bones was there to stay as I listened to the doctor talk about my three weeks pregnancy. No, I wasn't listening. I was trying to remember that Friday night. Pregnant. I could hardly process the word as I pieced memories of that night together. There was loud music, strong booze working in my system. Leah and I were somewhere on the dance floor dancing with the disco neon lights above us. He was right there, he stood right in front of me like some demigod, watching me with those intense hawk-like hooded eyes. Everything about him spelt danger and that was what drew me to him, like a moth to a flame. “Dance with me?” I got close and whispered into his ear, the booze gave me too much courage. I pulled away, dancing to “boy's a liar” while he watched. I remember how the music seemed to fade when he yanked me by the waist, knocking the courage out of me immediately. “I want to do more than dance,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. He held me still with his eyes while his hand groped my ass with wanton. I should have pushed him away and told him to f**k off but no, I allowed him to f**k me instead. With my hand in his, he led me up the stairs, away from the crowd, away from reason. The music blurred to a stop when he pulled me into a dark room and pushed me onto the bed with little effort. My body bounced slightly, I would have laughed but my heart was beating too heavily for that as I watched him in the moonlight. He was beautiful. “You should be fine as long as you follow my instructions.” My doctor’s voice brought me back to the present. She handed me the scan picture, her words barely registering. I took in the black and white ultrasound picture of my baby, still in shock. The sterile smell of drugs and cleaning agents of the hospital made my stomach churn. I grabbed my keys and rushed out of the hospital like my ass was on fire. I had no idea how I got home without any accident but I did. I tuned out everyone on my way to my room. I was invisible either way. With a push, I slammed the door of my room close and locked it before I fell on my bed backwards, arms spread, facing the ceiling as the reality of my situation sank in. Pregnant? My mind went back to that night The man didn't speak much. He swiftly took off his belt. My mouth watered while I watched. “Knees on the bed, ass in the air with your hands behind your back,” he barked his orders as he disposed of his black pants. “Go on,” he didn’t need to tell me twice, I got into position. Adrenaline rushed through me, my heart pounded in my chest. “f**k, you're soaked.” he whispered breathlessly. With my position, of course he could see my soaked white lace panties. “What a dirty little girl, waiting to be f****d. Does your daddy know that his daughter is willing to get f****d?” his husky hoarse voice touched my skin like fire. I became more bothered. with a groan, I wiggled my ass resulting to a loud smack on my ass. Pain shot all the way to my boobs but it also made me arch deeper into the bed. “Interesting,” I could tell a grin came with that comment. I was breathing heavily waiting for him. Ready for him, like I was under a spell but somehow my brain remembered something and I gasped out, “Protection, please,” A bitter laugh escaped him as he grabbed my hips and drove into me in one hit. “I can never get you pregnant, Doll” A scream tore out of me. He broke past my hymen and stretched me out. Tears spilled from my eyes but I still wanted it. He groaned low and long, waiting a few seconds for me to adjust but just when I was about to thank him for being gentle, he rammed into me like a bull. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My mouth chanted foreign words, begging for more. He was rough, unrelenting. I had never been this close to a man before but the length of him scared me shitless. I was so sure he'd rip me in half but luckily he didn't. It was a wild night, I was so small compared to him. He made me take charge, I was on him and it was my first time but it didn't feel like my first time because he guided me through it like some s*x coach. The morning after that night, I was left alone on the bed, worn out like a horse. The prick left a credit card and a note on the table beside the bed. “For a virgin slut, you sure can take d**k. Take the card, it's more than your worth anyway but I'm too generous.” Rage was quick to dispose of any previous feelings I had earlier. I was sober and livid. “Who the f**k does he think he his?” BACK TO PRESENT Hurriedly, I scattered my work table in search of the dumb ass card. The anger that had simmered beneath the surface for weeks boiled over when i finally found it. I was too livid to check the card that morning, but now, I calmly read what was on the black card. “Riverdale Darren.” I read out loud. It was time I found the father of my baby.