Pregnant For the Alpha

CHAPTER 5

Alpha Kristen’s POV

I was shocked by the sight that greeted me as I opened the front doors. Ms. West lieing in a pool of her own blood.

“Ms. Felicia!!” I bellowed.

She came hurrying in a few seconds later, a confused expression on her face.

“Oh my God, what ha-"

“Get the pack's doctor." I interrupted her mid speech.

As she scurried off, I bent to lift Ms. West of the ground. In very quick strides, I took her up to my bedroom. No sooner had I arrived than the sound of rapid knocks caught my attention.

“Enter”

The pack doctor entered the room looking so disheveled as though he had been running.

“Alpha.” he bowed, “Ms. Felicia told me you had sent for me. What’s the issue, sir?”

His eyes shifted from mine to Ms. West’s body, which was still soaking with blood on the bed. “Dear moon goddess!”

He rushed forward and immediately started treating Ms. West. I left the room as the sight of the bloody maid had become slightly disturbing.

I headed towards the servants' quarters, my intention very clear. A shabby looking girl was out in front spreading clothes on the railings.

As I came into clear sight, she squealed and attempted to run back inside.

“Wait!” I called after her, “Get me Ms. Felicia.”

I didn’t hear her response as she bolted inside. Ms. Felicia emerged a few seconds later.

“Alpha, you sent for me.” She greeted me with a bow.

But I was in no mood for formalities or pretence.

“How the hell did that happen?!” I questioned, rage clearly evident on my face. “You had one job and yet you messed it up. Tell me why I should still let you retain your position here?!”

“Alpha!” She shrieked, “I did as you asked of me. I just don’t know how she got away”

Her job was to keep an eye on her, so what did she mean by that?

“Has she been eating proper meals?” My voice was dangerously low as I remembered how thin she looked lying on my bed.

She hung her head low and just stood there in silence. There was nothing stopping me from snapping her neck in two right now.

“This is your last straw, Ms. Felicia, I will have people keeping a watch on you from now onwards, one more slip up and you will regret your life.” With that I turned around and walked away.

The walk from the servant’s quarters to the packhouse was a little tedious, considering the previous alphas would have wanted, as they would have termed it, “low life servants” to be kept as far away from them as possible.

The tight feeling in my chest could not be ignored. I felt guilty because I was the reason behind Ms. West current situation. I should never have abandoned her. I should never have told her to abort the child. What was I thinking?! What monster would want a child to be aborted?!

An image of my father tried to creep into my mind but I did my best to shut it out. Now was most definitely not the time to think about pathetic people.

Entering the grand hall of the packhouse, I was greeted with silence. Not a single soul was out in the corridors, just absolute peace and quiet.

That was strange. Usually, the servants would be running around trying to complete their given task of the day or you’d be able to hear the orders being fiercely instructed by the senior head chef in the preparation of dinner.

Looking from one gargoyle, positioned across each other at the entrance of the hall, to the other, I realized something was off. I carefully walked down the hall and just as I rounded the corner, I collided with a hard surface.

Right in front of me stood the obvious reason for this eerie feeling.

Bruce Willow, the most ruthless and feared warrior in all of the shadow fire pack, is the alpha’s beta and closest friend.

“Kris” Bruce grinned as he steadied himself.

I gaped at him for a few seconds, not at all expecting him to be there. Bruce travelled out about a month ago to spend time with his wife and their newborn. He was not supposed to be back until two weeks from now.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I said, keeping my face as straight as possible.

“I see, you still got your father's genes in you.” He retorted with a blank expression on his face.

We both stood there glaring at each other for about ten seconds, then we both burst into laughter.

“Dude!” I said, hugging him as the fits of laughter died down. “Seriously, what are you doing here?”

Bruce was the only one who could joke about my father and get away with it due to the fact that we both had really terrible fathers, almost the same past if you ask me.

“Marissa sent me away," Bruce said with a childish sad look on his face. “She said I was losing shape and becoming lazy.”

I burst into laughter again while Bruce scowled at me.

Marissa was Bruce’s mate. She came into our pack at age six when she was found at the pack’s border with her dying mother. Her family had just been attacked by rouge and they were able to escape. Everyone had loved Marissa since then. Even as a child, she was fun to be around.

Poor Bruce has had a crush on her since like forever and was over delighted to find out she was his mate at the age of eighteen.

“How’s the baby?” I asked.

“Oh, Lucas is fine. Took after his strikingly handsome father.” Bruce handed me a picture with the three of them together.

It was so obvious that the boy took after his mother. His jet black hair, blue eyes and brown skin were a sharp contrast to his father’s dirty blonde hair, emerald eyes and pale skin.

“Sureeee, just like his dad.” I drawled, handing him back the picture.

“So, where were you heading to? Are you busy right now?” Bruce asked.

I was actually heading back to my room to check on Ms. West before I met Bruce in the hallway.

“Not really, why?” I said, ignoring his first question. I looked at my watch, 9:30PM. I was supposed to meet with Shantel by 9:00PM. I would just tell her something had come up.

Shantel Diego is my mate. I met her a few days ago when I went for a run in the woods, but I haven’t told anyone yet. I believe delaying the news wouldn’t cause any harm to anyone.

“Good. I have some issues to discuss with you.” Bruce said, turning serious at once.

Trust Bruce to dive head first into work when he just came back from a vacation two weeks early. We both made our way to the meeting room.

“What’s so important that it can’t wait till tomorrow?” I asked, feigning a yawn. I really wanted to return to my room and check how Ms. West was faring.

It was getting pretty late and the pack doctor had not come back with any news. Should I be worried?

I looked up at Bruce when I realized he had not responded.

Bruce had turned pale white and was staring down at his fingers. I sat in silence as I waited for him to collect his thoughts.

“It’s the blue moon pack.” He hesitated.

“They want Marissa back.”