Pregnant For The Enemy Alpha

My CalebScarlett’s POV “It’s your ninth rejection!” My father screamed.I didn’t flinch, nor respond. I was transfixed by the storm gathering in the clouds outside my room window. Two days before my wedding to Nathan Hartwell, I fell from a cliff and ended up in a coma. After four months, I opened my eyes today.“Nathan was doing our family a favor by marrying you, but you ruin everything, didn’t you, Scarlett?” he said bitterly, pacing about my bedroom, raking a hand through his slightly wild, black hair. I rested my head on the window glass, a tear slipping as lightning sparked in the sky. He left me. I screwed my eyes shut, gasping shakily. I thought it would be different this time. That the man I love would fight for me. But at the first sign of trouble, Nathan discarded me, like all the others. “Are you even listening?” My father asked suddenly, and my heartbeat quickened. Holding my breath, I turned the fraction of an inch. The bed shook when he grabbed the post. “Get up

Scarlett’s POV FOUR WEEKS LATERI stood at the base of the stairs, staring at the delicate trail of rose petals.It should have made me smile.But instead, I clutched my stomach, devastated.Caleb was finally home—and he remembered today was our one-month anniversary. We were still waiting for the next full moon to officially tie the knot.“Scarlett!” Demi called from behind, nudging my side playfully. “Look! Caleb must be home. He’s such a thoughtful man.”I could count how many times I’d actually seen him this past month. He was always busy with Beta duties.I missed him—terribly. But I also wasn’t sure what to do anymore.I turned to face Demi, and when she saw the look on my face, her smile faded instantly. She reached out and cupped my cheek gently.“What’s wrong?”I had long accepted that she lived here now. Having someone who cared close by had felt like a blessing in disguise.Since that awkward moment in the kitchen, she hadn’t looked at Caleb twice. Even when they passed ea

Scarlet's POVThe cage was too small. My knees pressed into my chest, and the rope around my wrists burned every time I shifted, even just a little. My arms had long gone numb, but the pain always came back if I moved too much. The metal bars were cold. So cold that it even penetrated my bones.The red velvet curtain lifted, and with it, the roar of drunken voices crashed into me like a wave of the ocean. I didn’t lift my head. I couldn't. The light was too bright, the stench of sweat and smoke too strong. I blinked, slowly, as if refusing to exist fully in this moment.A man’s voice boomed above the noise.“Gentlemen! You’ve all been waiting for this one... untouched, unmated, and rejected nine times. A true rarity. A born omega.”His announcement was followed by loud laughter, cheers and shouts of prices. He said I was untouched, if my buyer found out I was pregnant, what would happen to my child?“She is a submissive who is already broken from her recent rejection. Perfect for obedi

Cardan POVShe was trembling.That pitiful sound she’d made… a whimper? A sob? A whisper? It echoed in my mind long after it left her lips. I stood still, deliberately behind her, watching the way her skin prickled in terror, the way she shuddered as my breath caressed the nape of her neck.Delicious.It had been a long, dull century. Centuries, actually. Wars had lost their thrill. Politics bored me. Even torture had become mechanical and predictable. Watching this trembling little thing bound to a chair, broken before I’d even touched her was entertainment.She wasn’t just scared. She was fractured. And I enjoyed every second of it. I wondered what it would have taken to bring her down to this state.The first time I saw her in that auction cage, I thought they were joking. An omega? This girl was an omega? Her scent had been buried beneath filth and fear, but I had smelled something else, something ancient but faint. Hidden under the layers of confusing scents around her. It intrig

ScarlettI sank lower into the tub, letting the hot water swallow my aching bones and my heart. At first, I just sat there silent and buried in my reverie. It was the silence I had been craving for. The silence my soul needed. A sob slipped out, then another.I covered my mouth with my hands as my shoulders trembled, the pain coming out of me in stuttering waves. I cried like I hadn’t in years. I was mourning. For myself. For the girl I used to be. For the child in my belly I hadn’t even touched yet. For the woman who had trusted Caleb with the tiny, flickering thing called hope, only to be shattered under his heel.He gave me that look, the one that made me think he saw something in me. And I believed it. Goddess, I actually believed it. I thought I could be more than an omega to him. I thought he would protect me. Maybe even love me. But instead… he sold me. He had destroyed my pack. My father…My stomach twisted, and I instinctively brought my hands to rest on my belly under the