Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ana
I clawed at his heavy fingers, trying with all my remaining strength to pry his hands away from my throat. I looked up at his furious face, gasping for air as I struggled to speak. "What exactly do you want from me, Desmond? Why do you even care? And how on earth did you find out about this?"
He let out a harsh, bitter laugh, loosening his grip slightly but keeping his face inches from mine. "So, you are actually pregnant with another man's child, and yet you still have the nerve to ask how I found out? You are truly disgusting, Ana."
I stared right back into his eyes, refusing to let him see my terror. "Since the Alpha already knows that I am carrying someone else's child, why is he suddenly so worried about it? I am already nothing but a low slave in this
