Seed Of the Strongest Alpha

The house felt more unfamiliar than ever. Its walls—once witnesses to laughter and dreams shared with Ronan—now stood cold, as if they no longer recognized their owner. I sat on the sofa, gently rubbing my still-flat stomach.My baby…Tears streamed down my cheeks, unstoppable. But they weren’t tears of regret. I loved this child—regardless of who the father was.The front door slammed open. Footsteps rushed inside.“Sierra!” Ronan’s voice echoed through the house, laced with panic. “You weren’t answering my calls. I was worried!”I turned slowly to face him. “Worried? After what I saw at the office? You still dare to worry about me, Ronan?”Ronan stopped in front of me, his face pale. “Sierra, I can explain. Rowena... she—”“Don’t say her name.” My voice was cold, distant. “I trusted both of you. And you repaid me with the cruelest betrayal.”Ronan looked down, silent.“You know, Ronan, the most painful thing in this world is being betrayed by the ones I thought would never hurt me.”

"I’ll give you twenty-four hours to read the contract and consider it. If you refuse..."He paused, his gaze cutting sharply into me."Then we’ll take a different route.""Trust me, Mrs. Sierra. You don’t want to know what that route looks like."I sank onto the edge of the bed, replaying the assistant’s words before we parted ways.Twenty-four hours. That’s all he gave me. It wasn’t enough—not when I hadn’t even made a decision yet. Not when my marriage to Ronan wasn’t officially over.I ran a hand over my still-flat stomach, heart heavy with uncertainty."What do you think, little one? Do you want to be near your biological father?"I knew the question would go unanswered, but I had to ask anyway. Right now, this child was the only clue I had, the only thing I could hold onto.I took a deep breath, trying to quiet the storm inside my head. The night air felt suffocating, and the walls of the room seemed to press in on me. Caelan’s voice, his cold smile—they lingered in my mind like

I woke up from my sleep with my head pounding, as if it was about to explode. The aftermath of a sleepless night, haunted by the words of that man.I rubbed my face, and once again, my senses were heightened. My hearing and sense of smell were unnaturally sharp—and it was unbearable. My stomach churned violently, and I felt something inside me push to be released.I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I had. The burning sensation in my throat was nothing compared to how disorienting my sense of smell had become—it was overwhelming.Could this really be an early sign of pregnancy? But that didn’t make any sense… not to the point where I could hear sounds from behind these thick, soundproof apartment walls.I looked at my damp face in the mirror above the sink. I was deathly pale.“What’s happening to me?” I whispered.Staggering out of the bathroom, my body felt weak and unsteady. The nausea hadn’t faded despite emptying my stomach. My breathing was labored, my throat raw—but t

I didn’t know why I simply followed him and got into a stranger’s car. I had no idea where he was taking me. But somehow, I felt like I might find some answers by going with him.Right now, we were inside the car. We sat side by side in the back seat, while in the front sat a driver in a dark uniform—silent, still, like a living statue—eyes fixed on the road, never glancing back.I glanced out the window. We had long left the city behind. Now, only tall, dense trees surrounded us. The streetlights were growing fewer, and the road quieter.I clutched my small purse tightly. My chest felt tight—not from fear, but from the overwhelming number of unanswered questions swirling in my mind.Finally, I spoke. “Where are we going?” I asked softly, trying to sound calm. But even to my own ears, my voice wavered. Honestly, why did I even agree to come along without protest?Caelan turned to me, his gaze sharp but not threatening. “To my home,” he replied simply.I frowned. “Home?” I repeated. “Y

This room is… incredible. It’s even bigger than my apartment. Every piece of furniture looks antique. Is he a fan of antiques? Or maybe they’re royal heirlooms?I walked along the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the carved wooden post—tall, sturdy, and beautifully detailed. The craftsmanship was intricate, almost reverent, and gave off a warm, historical feel. There wasn’t a single corner of this room that looked ordinary. Everything felt like a piece of preserved history.I stopped in front of a large vanity. The mirror was tall, framed in gold. Its reflection was crystal clear—perhaps too clear. I could see myself perfectly in it.Whether it was my unusually sharp eyesight or something else, I wasn’t sure. I was nearsighted, after all, but now I could see everything with stunning clarity—even the small mole beneath my eye.“What is this? I just realized I’m not wearing my contact lenses. But I can see everything… perfectly.”I stared at my reflection in the mirror longer. My eye