CHAPTER THREE
958 Words
Anna (POV)
I ran from the hotel. My vision was blurry from tears. People stared at me, but I didn't care.
I kept running until my legs couldn't carry me anymore.
I finally reached my tiny apartment. I closed the door behind me and leaned on it, sliding down to the floor and crying.
"Whore."
That word kept repeating in my head, along with Alpha Alexandro's angry face and the disgust in his voice.
"I didn't want this," I whispered to the empty room. "I didn't..."
But who would believe me? I was just a nobody with no wolf, no family, no pack,no one to protect me.
Francesco had drugged me. He made me do those things. But I had no proof. No witnesses. Nothing.
I cried until my throat hurt. Until my eyes burned. Until no more tears would come.
I didn’t sleep. I just stared at the ceiling in the dark, my tears drying on my cheeks.
The sun rose through my small window. It's morning already, and I had no strength, but I stillI had to work. I needed this job. If I didn’t show up, Francesco might find a way to fire me, or worse, punish me again. I forced myself up, washed my swollen face, and dressed in my uniform. I looked terrible.
"It doesn't matter," I said to myself. "Just survive. Just keep going."
I put on my cleaning uniform and walked back to the hotel.
My hands shook as I pushed through the employee entrance.
"There she is," someone whispered.
I kept my head down.
"I heard she slept with Alpha Alexandro," another voice said.
"Probably trying to get pregnant for money."
"What a slut."
The words followed me down the hallway. I bit my lip and kept walking.
I didn't say anything;I couldn't.
Maria, another cleaner, stopped me. "Anna, is it true? Did you really..."
"I have to work," I said quietly and pushed my cart past her.
Everywhere I went, people whispered; every whisper felt like poison. Every glance felt like a needle. Francesco acted like nothing had happened. He gave me orders with that same fake smile.
"Room 804 needs cleaning," he said one morning. "Don't take too long."
I wanted to scream at him, to tell everyone what he did. But fear kept me silent.
What if he fired me? What if they didn't believe me? What if Francesco hurt me again?
So I stayed quiet. I cleaned rooms. I ignored the whispers.
Soon after that night with the Alpha, I started feeling sick.
It began one morning. I woke up, and my stomach felt strange.
I rushed to the bathroom and threw up.
"Just stress," I told myself. "Just from everything that happened."
But the next morning, it happened again. And the morning after that.
I couldn't keep any food down. The smell of cleaning products irritated me. Even water made my stomach turn.
I tried to pretend nothing had happened, but my body refused to listen. The dizziness, the morning nausea, my late cycle,everything pointed to one terrifying answer.
"Anna, you look terrible," Maria said at work. She actually sounded worried. "Are you sick?"
"I'm fine," I lied.
"You're not fine. You're pale. You've lost weight. When did you last see a doctor?"
"I can't afford a doctor."
Maria reached into her pocket and pulled out some money. "Take this. Please go to the free clinic."
I stared at the bills in her hand. "I can't..."
"Yes, you can. Take it. Go after your shift."
The clinic smelled like medicine.
People sat in plastic chairs, waiting. Some looked sick. Some looked scared.
I felt both.
“Anna Rossi?” a nurse called.
I followed her to a small room. She examined me, asked me questions, and wrote something down. "We'll need to do some tests. Wait here."
"What if I was pregnant? What would I do? Where would I go?"
Alpha Alexandro's words echoed in my head. You probably hope you're pregnant now. You want money.
When the nurse came back, she held a brown envelope. "Anna Rossi," she said gently, "you’re pregnant.”
The world spun. My throat closed up. I grabbed the edge of the bench to stay steady.
“No,” I whispered. “This can’t… I didn’t want…”
The nurse touched my arm. “You’re about eight weeks gone.”
Eight weeks.
Eight weeks since room 1205.
Eight weeks since the Alpha’s angry voice told me to get out.
I pressed my hand to my stomach. Something tiny was growing inside me. A life. An heir. A mistake? A miracle?
Alpha Alexandro's face flashed in my mind. His anger. His disgust. His certainty that I was just another woman trying to trap him.
I had to hide this. If the Alpha found out, he would think I did this on purpose. He already hated me and warned me to never see him again. And if his mother found out, she would take my baby.
"Please." Tears filled my eyes again. "Please don't tell anyone." I told the nurse.
I left the clinic in a daze. The world feels different now. Heaviest
I was carrying Alpha Alexandro Romano's child, the most powerful alpha in the territory. The man who called me a w***e, the man who would never believe this wasn't my fault. I put my hand on my still-flat stomach.
"What am I going to do?" I whispered. I lifted my shaking hand to my mouth, trying to breathe, trying to think.
And then, a shadow fell over me.
I froze. Someone was standing right in front of me.
“Anna?” a deep voice said.
I looked up.
My heart stopped.
It was him, Francesco, staring right at me.
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