Carrying The Alpha's Pup

Chapter 3

Alpha Bryson didn't want to think there was something behind the weird feeling. He tried not to think too much about it, but his brain was disappointing him. He wasn't just thinking about it, he was actually picturing the face of Diana in his mind.

His wolf wasn't helping matters either. It had been growling since when he felt the aura in her. "Mate." It said and all Bryson could do was roll his eyes. He didn't want to believe his wolf. No, she's just a servant, who knows nothing about how leadership or royalty works.

Not just that, she's a human with no immune power to save herself to talk about saving his pack. What will the people say? A strong alpha like him, would end up mating a feeble maid? Wouldn't it count the fact that he has no test of mateship?

"This can't be possible." He mustered to himself. He was beginning to lose concentration on what he was doing, so he gave up the thought.

Meanwhile, Diana's condition wasn't getting any better but she did her best to stay strong for her child. She went to meet the royal doctor who ran a quick check-up on her, informing her that the state of the unborn child was safe.

But when he asks her who the real father of the child is, Diana refuses to talk. "I don't even know who his real father is." She would say to him.

Mrs. Dora was trying to figure out why her nephew was staring at his maid in such a manner. She was growing suspicious of them. Something must be going on between them. She thought.

She recalled the incident that happened earlier in the day. How cold he reacted when they saw Diana sleeping on the floor. He didn't take serious action as he usually does each time his maid messes with his room.

She had made up her mind to meet the royal doctor when she met Diana heading to her room. "Where have you been again? Want to meet your lover boy again? I'm right here, you aren't going anywhere."

Diana was not going to reply to her. The anger of what happened at the dining table haunted Mrs. Dora, she was hoping Bryson wasn't picking interest in her already. No, not her. After all, she is just a maid.

Mrs. Dora was ready to do whatever it took to stop Bryson from having her if it involved having her dead. To her, a maid can't be his Luna.

"Where did you go?" She questioned, her face fumed with anger.

"I didn't go anywhere." She frankly said.

"So? What did the doctor say this time?"

"He said I still..."

She didn't wait for her to finish talking. "You know what, we're going to meet the doctor, and let's find out what exactly is wrong with you." She concluded.

She was beginning to doubt it was just a fever. She suspected there was more to it than just the fever. "The doctor is asleep." She said, trying to stop Mrs. Dora from whatever she was going to do.

"It doesn't matter, as long as he isn't dead, he can probably return to sleep after we are done." She insisted.

Doctor Maxwell was just about to go to bed when he heard a knock on his door. He went to open it, surprised at whom he was staring at. What could Mrs Dora be doing in his room at such an hour of the night? He looked behind her to see Diana, he didn't want to assume anything, so he welcomed them in.

"It's already late, but I guess the situation at hand is more critical. What's the matter this time, Ms. Simpson?" He asked.

"Well, everything is quite alright, doctor. I only want to find out myself what the problem is." Said Mrs Dora. "She told me it was only fever, but I don't want to believe she's got fever alone." There is something in Mrs. Dora's mind.

From the look on Diana's face, Doctor Maxwell could tell it wasn't her intention to bring Mrs. Dora along with her.

"Well, Ms. Simpson is right, she's been diagnosed with severe fever. At first, I thought the same thing, but after I ran a test on her, she's really not in a good condition right now."

"So?"

"So, I will advise she goes on a two-day break while we get her sickness treated." Diana's heart relaxed at the doctor's reply. Though she did want Mrs. Dora to find out about her pregnancy and then have her walk out, but somehow, she felt she was going to be ten times maltreated which is likely to endanger her unborn child.

Mrs. Dora looked at Diana, still doubting what the doctor had said. She heaved, not fully convinced. "Since you said so, I will let her be for two days so she won't have to collapse while on duty."

She made them believe she was actually going to do that. Diana felt she would use these few days to take care of herself, but that was only for a moment. To Mrs Dora, no break, no rest.

Diana mentally thanked the doctor for saving her life, but that wasn't the end, Mrs Dora had a different intention. They left the doctor's room, the walk was a very quiet one. Mrs Dora stopped walking, turning to look at her.

"I know you two had planned this out, but don't worry, I always have my way of finding out things. I know you aren't just sick, there's something you are hiding from me."

"I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am."

"Of course, you do. You know exactly what I am talking about. Because this sickness can't just come all of a sudden. You aren't the only maid working here, but yet, your sickness seems to be the worst." She walks steps closer. "There is something you aren't telling me, Ms. Simpson, something I need to know."

"There is nothing I am hiding from you. I swear."

Mrs. Dora was about to touch her stomach, so she moved back. "What?" Diana knew what she had just done was suspicious enough for Mrs. Dora to find out.

A smile suddenly played on Mrs Dora's face. "I knew it, Diana. I knew there was something behind the fever."