PREGNANT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND'S BETA BEST FRIEND

STEFANNY WATSON The day is gray and heavy as I step into Damien's office, feeling an unbearable weight on my shoulders. I'm not sure when things started to change between us, but in the past few months, everything seems to be falling apart. The man I married—strong, confident, charismatic—is now a stranger, distant and cold. Our marriage, once full of passion, has been taken over by silence and dry responses. And it's suffocating me. Damien is seated behind his massive, solid wood desk, his eyes fixed on the laptop in front of him, as if I’m not even there. I take a deep breath, adjusting my dress, which today feels tighter than usual, even though it’s perfectly tailored to my body. I know I need to confront him. I need to find out what's going on. He’s the Alpha, a leader of million-dollar businesses, and the weight of that authority extends into our home. But I'm tired of being ignored, tired of this distance, this feeling that something is wrong...of being suspicious. My heels echo on the marble floor as I step into the office, but Damien doesn’t lift his eyes. He acts as if I'm invisible, and that only makes the anger and sadness inside me grow. "Damien, can we talk?", my voice comes out firm, but I feel the trembling in my hands betraying me. He sighs deeply, finally raising his gaze to meet mine. His eyes are cold, as if my presence here is an inconvenience. The silence between us stretches out unbearably. He leans back in his chair and stares at me, his expression impatient, almost exasperated. "I don't have time for this right now, Stefanny.", his voice is dry, and he looks back at the laptop, as if nothing else matters. I feel the impact of those words like a knife to the chest. His coldness is no longer a surprise, but it hurts more every time it happens. "You never have time for me. Not for us. What is happening, Damien? Why are you so distant?", my voice slips out before I can stop it, and I realize how much my pain is exposed. He slams the laptop shut, the sound echoing through the office. Suddenly, he stands up, crossing his arms in front of his body, and his presence dominates the entire room. There was a time when that predatory gleam in his eyes would quicken my heart, but now... now I feel diminished before him. "I'm busy, Stefanny. You know how much my company demands from me. I don’t have time for drama right now.", he says, irritation dripping from every word. I swallowed hard, feeling my face burn. His words are sharp and cut me deep. I’m tired of these excuses, these lies disguised as justifications. Damien has always been a man committed to his work and his duty as Alpha, but it was never like this. He never pushed us away like this. He was always loving with me. "This isn't about the company, and you know it. You’ve changed, Damien. For months, you’ve been treating me like I’m a stranger. I barely recognize you.", I take a step forward, determined to face the truth, no matter how painful it is. My voice wavers, but I keep going. "Why are you doing this? What did I do wrong?" Damien huffs, running his hand through his dark hair—a gesture he makes when he’s impatient. He walks over to the window, turning his back on me, as if this conversation is just an inconvenience in his great world of responsibilities. I watch every movement, feeling my chest tighten. I just want him to really look at me. "Stefanny, you’re overreacting. You’re creating problems where there aren’t any. I’m just... busy. I have a lot on my mind.", he says, not turning around. I take another step toward him, determined to get an answer. Every word he says only pushes me further into the abyss of uncertainty that consumes me. "It's not just that, Damien. I can feel it... you don’t touch me anymore, and you don’t look at me like you used to. And... I think you're cheating on me.", my voice trembles, and for a second I hesitate, but I know I have to say it. The silence that follows my words is suffocating. Finally, Damien turns to me, and his eyes are filled with something I can’t decipher. Anger? Guilt? There's an unbearable tension between us. "How dare you accuse me of that? I’m your husband, I’m the Alpha! How dare you question my loyalty?", he roars, his deep voice echoing through the office. I take a step back, startled by his outburst. Damien has always been possessive and dominant, but never like this... never with me. Fear and hurt swirl inside me, and I feel the tears burning behind my eyes. "I don’t know what to think anymore, Damien. You push me aside, you don’t give me any explanations. What else am I supposed to believe?" Damien strides toward me with speed, his eyes locked on mine. For a moment, I think he’s going to grab me and touch me like he used to, but he stops just inches from me, the tension between us almost palpable. "I already told you, you’re imagining things. I don’t have time for this.", he growls, his voice colder than ever. This is too much. Months of frustration, loneliness, and the feeling of losing the man I love explode inside me. The tears finally fall, silent but full of pain. "I can't live like this anymore, Damien. I can't keep feeling so... disposable.", I whisper, my voice barely audible. He steps back a little, and I see his expression soften. He seems to be battling something inside himself, and for a brief moment, I glimpse the man I once knew, the man who loved and protected me. "Stefanny, I... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just...", his voice is low, almost regretful. But apologies are no longer enough. I shake my head, slowly backing toward the door. My heart is shattered, and all I want is to leave, to escape this suffocating office, this life where I no longer feel like part of anything. "I can't listen to excuses anymore, Damien. If you want to win me back, you’ll need more than empty words.", my voice cracks, but I hold firm. I leave the office without waiting for a response. The tears now fall freely as I walk through the halls of the company, trying to keep my head held high. Every second in that place suffocates me more. As soon as the elevator doors close behind me, I collapse. Night falls quickly over the mansion, perfectly reflecting the weight I feel in my heart. After leaving the company, the tears don’t stop. Hours and hours of sobbing in the empty bedroom, on our enormous bed, where we used to share so much more than this suffocating silence. My marriage is crumbling, and I barely understand how we got to this point. He used to be so loving, so present. Now, it's like I'm married to a stranger. I get up from the bed and, on impulse, decide to go into his office. I need to know if I’m imagining things or if there’s something truly wrong. My heart races as I walk through the dark corridors of the mansion, the sound of my footsteps echoing strangely in the house's silence. I reach the office and, for a second, I hesitate. But then I open the door with determination, walking over to his desk. The computer is there, untouched. I sit in the leather chair and take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. When the login screen appears, I type the password. Our wedding date. The computer unlocks immediately, and my heart sinks when I realize he never changed it. But does that mean anything? I go straight to the emails. At first, I only see work-related things. Meetings, contracts, discussions about company business and pack matters. I was about to give up, maybe Damien was telling the truth. But then something catches my eye. Several emails from his personal assistant, Clara. My fingers tremble as I open one of them, and my blood runs cold as I read the messages. Clara tries to be seductive. "Should we meet for a drink, just the two of us?" In another email: "You seem so tense, Mr. Watson. I know how to relax you..." Each word is poison to me. Damien doesn't respond to the insinuations, keeping a strictly professional tone, but her constant presence, the attempts, make my stomach turn. She wants my husband, and even though he doesn’t accept it, he does nothing to push her away. The tears return, falling heavily down my face as I rush out of the office, my chest tight with pain. How could this happen? How did we get to this point? I run to the living room, my body exhausted from the avalanche of emotions, and collapse onto the couch, sobbing. The weight of the betrayal, even though he didn’t give in, is crushing. After a while, my body gives in to exhaustion, and I fall asleep in the midst of confused thoughts. But then, I’m awakened by a strange sound, a distant noise, something that shouldn’t be there. My heart races. I get up slowly, listening intently. The sound of gunshots reverberates through the house. My scream of fear tears through the night’s silence. The alarm starts blaring, and panic grips me. I run towards the hallway, but before reaching the bedroom, I see men in black outfits invading the house. They are armed, breaking everything in their path, shouting Damien's name. I don’t know who they are, but their presence terrifies me. They don't seem like simple intruders; they look like they're from a rival pack. Trembling, I grab my phone and try to call Damien. Nothing. He doesn’t answer. I panic, my trembling fingers dialing Maycon’s number, Damien's best friend. After a few seconds of pure terror, he answers. "Maycon! They're invading the house! I'm alone!", I say, my voice shaking with fear. "Stefanny? Where's Damien? You need to call the police, now!", he replies, his voice full of urgency. "I tried, but they... they’re destroying everything, shooting! Maycon, I’m scared!", I sob as I hear more gunshots in the house. "Stay calm. I'll handle this. I’ll call the police, but I need you to protect yourself. Lock yourself in the bedroom, do whatever you can to hide!", he tells me firmly. I run to the bedroom, but the sound of the intruders gets closer. They’re breaking down the living room door, and I don’t have much time. My feet stumble as I try to think of how to get out of there. I hear them shouting, demanding to know where Damien is. I reach the bedroom door, but before I can lock it, they break it down. Panicked, I run outside, but one of them grabs me forcefully. I scream and struggle, managing to kick his face hard enough to break free. Without thinking, I run towards the forest, my feet sinking into the damp earth as I hear the sound of gunshots and footsteps behind me. They’re hunting me. I hear a roar, and when I look back, I see one of them transforming into a Lycan, his sharp claws gleaming under the moonlight. Before I can escape, he grabs me, throwing me hard to the ground. I scream, panic spreading through my entire body. "What do you want?", I scream desperately as he pins me to the ground. "Where is the Alpha? Where is your husband?", he growls, hatred in his eyes. "I don’t know! Let me go, please!", I cry, feeling the desperation grow inside me. His claws tear into my shoulder, and the pain makes me moan. I tremble, feeling the blood trickling down my skin. "Take her with us. This will lure Damien to us.", one of the men orders. "No! Let me go! No!", I plead, trying to break free. "We should kill her now.", another suggests, but the leader shakes his head. "Stop!", I scream, but they ignore me. One of them ties my hands tightly, while another puts a gag in my mouth, muffling my screams. I desperately kick another Lycan, who looks at me with dark golden eyes, full of cruelty. He grabs my face with brutality. "I don’t care that your husband is the Alpha. I will be the new Alpha of the New Moon Pack once he’s dead...", he murmurs in a cold voice. I cry, shaking my head. The pain and fear overwhelming me. "Take her now!", he orders again, and I feel the rough hands dragging me through the forest. My phone falls into the mud, out of reach. Everything seems lost. But then, I hear a distant sound, something approaching quickly. The roar of a car coming from the road. It’s not Damien. It’s Maycon. He jumps out of the vehicle, running towards us. Before I can understand what’s happening, he leaps into the air, transforming into a gigantic Lycan. The Beta of the pack, the second biggest after Damien. His teeth and claws shine under the full moon as he howls, ready for battle.