PREGNANT WITH ENEMY ALPHA’s BABY

The Mating Feast

CHAPTER THREE: The Mating Feast

As Jerome and Ivy exchanged vows, their love on display for all to see, I stood on the sidelines, a silent observer to their union.

He spoke words of love to her and that made me so pained.

Sadness weighed heavy in my heart as I watched them, their happiness a stark reminder of what I had lost.

Maybe he never felt anything for me at the end of the day.

Maybe I was the only one in the relationship.

Taking a sip of my drink, I noticed something amiss in the air, a tension that hung like a dark cloud over the festivities.

My senses tingled with unease as I scanned the surrounding forest, a feeling of impending danger prickling at the edges of my consciousness.

And then, as if on cue, the sounds of movement echoed through the night, the rustle of leaves and snapping of twigs signaling the approach of unwanted guests.

Panic rippled through the crowd as werewolves emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with malice as they advanced on the party.

Jerome and Ivy's joy turned to fear as they realized the danger that lurked in the darkness, their faces pale with shock as the soldiers around scrambled to protect our pack.

With a sense of urgency, I joined the fray, my instincts kicking into overdrive as I prepared to defend my home and my family.

The alphas had to be from the enemy pack.

As the first of the enemy wolves broke through the tree line, I readied myself for the battle that lay ahead, knowing that the fate of our pack hung in the balance.

As the enemy wolves descended upon us with ferocious intensity, chaos erupted in the clearing, the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat as the sounds of snarls and growls filled the night.

My heartbreak intensified at the situation.

I couldn’t shift. Hence, I couldn’t fight.

But at least I could try to run.

I sprang into action, my instincts taking over as the nearest assailant launched itself at me, I immediately bared my teeth in a primal display of aggression.

The werewolf surprisingly stopped and went ahead to fight another one of my packages.

The clash of bodies echoed through the clearing as they grappled with one another, each of them fighting for their lives with a desperation born of survival.

Around me, my packmates battled, their movements fluid and precise as they fought tooth and claw against our attackers. Bodies collided with bone-jarring force, the sound of impact ringing out like thunder in the stillness of the night.

With each passing moment, the smell of blood and different scents filled the area, the advantage shifting back and forth between us and our enemies with alarming speed.

Adrenaline surged through my veins, heightening my senses and sharpening my reflexes as I try to avoid danger, my every instinct honed for the fight.

But even as the fight was going on, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, a nagging sense of unease that lingered at the edges of my consciousness.

Every werewolf that had been coming my way didn’t attack me. Instead it would merely jump on my pack mate.

I was confused on what was going on.

They either bowed their heads in submission or completely ignored me.

I wasn’t even worthy of a fight?

I made to move when I feel the sharp pain on the side of my neck again.

I felt a shift in the air, a subtle change that sent a shiver down my spine.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, a familiar scent wafted through the clearing, its intoxicating aroma igniting a spark of recognition deep within me.

With each breath, the scent grew stronger, its allure drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

My wolf stirred within me, her senses awakening with a primal intensity as she recognized the unmistakable scent of our mate.

What was going on?

It couldn’t be …

Heart pounding in my chest, I followed the trail of the tantalizing scent, weaving my way through the battling wolves.

And without fight, the enemy wolves all stepped aside for me as I walked. Each step brought me closer to the source of the scent, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

And then, I found myself face to face with him.

Alpha Sebastian. The known Alpha of all Alphas.

His eyes met mine, a flicker of recognition passing between us as our gazes locked in a silent exchange.

In that moment, i could remember every detail of that night. His hands on me, his fingers trailing my spine, the ghost of his lips against mine.

And I could see him clearly now. I wasn’t running away.

His features were chiseled, as if carved by the hands of a master sculptor, each line and angle perfectly balanced to create a portrait of rugged masculinity.

Strong jawline, adorned with a day-old stubble, framed lips that seemed sculpted for both passion and command.

His eyes, deep pools of molten gold, held a wisdom and intensity that spoke of a life lived on the edge, yet softened by a hint of kindness and compassion.

His hair, a tousled mane of midnight black, cascaded in waves around his face, framing his features with an air of untamed allure.

But it was his scent that truly captivated me, my wolf was being drawn to him.

And it seemed like he knew because he had stopped fighting.

He began walking towards me and I didn’t know what to do.

This was the father of my baby. The one I had been looking for.

And as he reached me, his hand brought out to touch my face, his touch igniting a fire within me that burned brighter than any flame.

His eyes softening with a mixture of relief and longing as he sniffed in the air around me taking in a deep breath.

I panicked as I realized what was going on. He was releasing his pheromones to mix with mine.

His eyes darkened and I wasn’t prepared for what he said next.

“Mate!.” He growled pulling my body against his.

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TBC