Pregnant For The Cursed Alpha

As a halfling, living in the Crescent Moon pack has not been easy. We halflings tend to get bullied by the purebloods. We get treated like low-class citizens. Purebloods are indigenes of the pack and they are the first class citizens followed by the halflings of purebloods and then purebloods from the captives. They are second-class citizens. We, the halflings and slaves, are low-class citizens. Selection for us always has a specific end. We always get low-class jobs like cooks, drivers, and cleaning jobs in and outside the pack territory because we are hard to detect by the humans so it will be easy for us to blend in. At the end of the selection, since I was of legal age, I was assigned to assist the healers by getting herbs and doing menial work for a wage.The selection just ended and I was joining the line but the others kept pushing me around. "Hey, move it, get lost weakling…" they said but I never fought back. "Ouch," I hissed in pain as I fell to the floor. Someone pushed

Royal's POVI stumbled backward, my heart racing. I couldn't believe Mimi would go this far, but I knew better than to underestimate her."What are you doing? Stop!" I cried out, grabbing onto the window to steady myself.Mimi walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the shattered remains of my locket.I heard her laugh maniacally and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and rage coursing through my veins. But I knew that fighting her was not an option. I would only end up in the hospital, or worse.As I stared out the window, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over me. Without the locket, I felt like I had lost a piece of myself.But I wasn't going to let Mimi get the best of me. I took a deep breath and resolved to get my necklace back, no matter what it took.With a newfound determination, I quickly made my way out of the room and down the stairs, scanning the ground below for any sign of my beloved locket.As soon as I heard the door close, I immediate

Alpha's Chase's Pov "The girl, the halfling, I don't know where she is," he managed to say and I groaned in frustration. "Ryan, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. "I heard about the halfling," he replied, stepping out of the shadows. "I came to offer my help." I raised an eyebrow in surprise. Ryan had lost the Alpha title to me a few years ago, and he'd never been one to offer help without expecting something in return. "What's the catch?" I asked suspiciously. "No catch," Ryan said, holding up his hands in a gesture of innocence. "I just want to help. The halfling is important to our pack, and we need to find out what happened to her." I hesitated for a moment, considering his offer. Ryan and I had never gotten along, but if he was telling the truth and wanted to help, I couldn't afford to turn him away. "Fine," I said finally. "But don't expect me to trust you completely." Ryan nodded, and we set off to find out what had happened to the halflin

In the Hospital. Trying to find another way to save the girl, the doctor left. Suddenly, the machines monitoring Royal's vital signs began to beep loudly, indicating a sudden drop in her heart rate. The doctors and nurses rushed to her side, trying desperately to revive her, and after a long time of trying and trying, she was breathing again but still unconscious. The doctor, frustrated by the turn out of events and unsure of what to do placed a call to the Alpha to inform him of her condition but he didn't pick up the call. After hours of trying to reach the Alpha with no response, he decided to call the Beta, hoping to get a response from him. "Beta Simon, I'm the doctor treating the halfling from the pack house. I have news on her," he paused hoping for the Beta to say something before he continued. The Beta's voice crackled through the phone, "Yes, Doctor. What news do you have?" "I'm afraid her condition has worsened, and we're doing everything we can to keep her stable,

Pack House, Royal's POV. It felt like years since I last opened my eyes, and when I did, my head throbbed with pain and my vision was blurry. I struggled to adjust my eyesight to the brightness of the room and then to focus, but everything seemed hazy and distorted. I felt like I was in a dream, but I knew this was all too real. "What happened?" I asked myself. As my vision cleared, I realized that I was lying in a bedroom and not in a hospital room, but hooked up to various machines and monitors. Panic set in as I tried to remember what had happened to me. The last thing I remembered was feeling sharp pain and fainting after someone came to save me from the rain. Suddenly, a nurse rushed into the room, a look of concern on her face. "Oh, you're awake!" she exclaimed, checking the machines and monitors. "How are you feeling now? Are you feeling any discomfort or pain?" she asked and I could not answer. I was not in full control of my body. "Do you know what happened to you?" She a