Pregnant with the Alpha's Baby

Jane I stared at Don's empty seat, on the other side of the dining table. He always liked to sit as far away from me as possible, well as recently at least. I remember his cold rude eyes the first day My father and Alpha brought me to him after offering me in exchange for an alliance. The marriage between him two months ago. Now the marriage ceremony is to take place three days from now. I knew my father never loved me and blamed me for my mother's death but selling me off was a new low that broke my heart. I hated the moon for choosing me and my wolf as the mate for this alpha King, Don. I heated my father for selling me off trying to get an alliance for my birth pack. I hated the cold alpha for agreeing and for charming me with his comfort when I first started living here, only to suddenly turn cold as the rumors portray him to be. Ignoring me and irritated by my existence. I hated his cold stares the most. I hated My wolf for still longing for his attention even with his rude attitude whenever we tried to start a conversation. He would always glare at me and stare me down when we were in the same room, with his blue eyes that were so beautiful and captivating. I couldn’t take my eyes off him despite how small I felt. Is bad enough I'm being forced into a marriage I don't want but if this is how I’m treated now what would things be like after the wedding ceremony? I'm brought back to the present at the sound of someone coming from down the hall. I stared at the grand dining hall door as it swung open, my heart skipping a beat despite my resolve to stay indifferent. And there he was—Don. His commanding presence filled the room like a sudden storm. He wasn’t wearing his usual cold scowl or glaring at me from afar. Instead, he walked in with an air of calm confidence, his dark hair slightly disheveled, as if he had just returned from some private torment that he wasn’t ready to share. His blue eyes were locked onto mine. I hated how breathtaking he looked, even more so now he wasn’t frowning, but grinning just a little. He didn’t head for his usual seat at the other end of the table, miles away from me. Instead, he came closer, stopping just a few chairs away, and pulling one out with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. My wolf stirred restlessly within me, her excitement bubbling through the bond I wished I could sever. “Jane,” he said softly, his voice devoid of the frost it usually carried. My name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine. He sat, leaning forward slightly, his posture oddly open, It was unfair how much a single change in demeanor could unravel me. I swallowed hard, trying to remember all the reasons I hated him. The indifference, the abandonment, the countless days of his cold stares that had cut me deeper than words ever could. But sitting here now, with his sudden attentiveness, his presence like a flame too close to bare skin, my grudge melted faster than snow under the summer sun. “You’re quiet today,” he said, his tone low and inviting. His head tilted slightly like he was actually interested in my response. I blinked, my thoughts scrambling as his blue eyes seemed to pull me into an ocean I couldn’t escape from. My wolf whimpered, eager for his approval, her instincts betraying every ounce of my anger. “I—” I started, but my voice wavered. I clenched my fists beneath the table to ground myself. “I’m surprised you noticed,” I said sharply, though the edge in my voice didn’t feel as firm as I wanted it to. His lips quirked into something almost like a smile, but not quite. “I notice more than you think.” That single sentence made my heart thud painfully against my ribs. I wanted to snap at him, to remind him of every moment he’d ignored me since I was brought here. But his sudden gentleness disarmed me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. My wolf didn’t make it easier, practically purring in delight. I needed to stay angry. I needed to remember why I hated him. Yet, I found myself drowning in the one thing I didn’t want to feel: hope. Don’s gaze lingered on me, He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, and the casual intimacy of the gesture sent my heart into a spiral. “I’ve been thinking,” he said in a low voice. “We haven’t had much... time to talk.” I almost laughed, the sound bubbling up bitter and sharp. “Talk?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Since when has talking been a priority for you?” His lips pressed into a thin line, and for the first time, I thought I saw regret in his eyes. It was gone so quickly that I wasn’t sure if I imagined it. “I deserve that,” he admitted, his tone softening further. “But I want to make things right, Jane.” I stared at him, caught between skepticism and the maddening pull of hope. “Why now?” He exhaled, running a hand through his hair “Because I owe you that much. Come have dinner with me tonight. Alone. On the balcony.” He said as he reached over and grazed my hand That touch was well-needed. My wolf’s excitement surged, her instincts screaming at me to say yes, to take the chance to be near him. I, on the other hand, clenched my fists tighter, trying to hold onto my anger like a lifeline. “Why should I?” I challenged. Don didn’t flinch at my resistance. Instead, he leaned in just a fraction closer, his voice dipping lower, rich with sincerity. “Because I want to know you… more.” “Eleven,” he said, rising to his feet slowly, and just before he turned to leave, he looked back at me, his blue eyes holding mine in a way that made my breath catch. “Please.” I sat there long after he’d gone, my emotions a tangled mess of anger, curiosity, and an undeniable yearning I couldn’t quite shake. My wolf was already howling her approval, but I wasn’t ready to admit that a part of me wanted to see what this softer Don was offering. Eleven o’clock felt both too far away and far too soon.