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CHAPTER FOUR  

ALEXIS'S POV  

“She’s human and a pregnancy changes nothing. That child will be an abomination. You need to end this before the council finds out.”  

I heard his mother's voice clearly through the door. I stood frozen on the front steps, with the gift bag still in my hand.  

Another voice joined hers. It belonged to Rissa, his younger sister. “She must have planned this, no human gets pregnant by an Alpha by accident. She wanted the status.”  

Danielle, his other younger sister laughed. “As if a low-ranking human could ever be Luna. The baby won’t even be pure blood.”  

I pushed the door open and walked in.  

The living room went silent. Helena, Rissa, Denise, and two older men I recognized from previous visits all turned to stare at me.  

Helena’s expression didn’t change. “You heard us.”  

“How did you know?” I asked. “I only found out today.”  

Rissa rolled her eyes. “We’re werewolves. Heightened smell, heightened hearing and your scent changed weeks ago. Did you really think we wouldn’t notice?”  

Helena stepped closer. “You deliberately got yourself pregnant. You saw an Alpha and decided to trap him.”  

“I didn’t trap anyone.”  

“Spare us the innocence,” Danielle said. “You knew exactly what you were doing. A human carrying an Alpha’s child? That’s not love, that’s ambition.”  

One of the older men spoke. “The child is an abomination, a mixed blood has no place in our bloodline.”  

I looked at each of them. “This is my baby, and Dyson’s. You don’t get to decide what it is.”  

Helena’s eyes narrowed at me. “We decide what threatens this family. And right now, that is you.”  

I heard footsteps behind me. Dyson walked in, took one look at the room, and moved straight to my side.  

“What’s going on?”  

Helena didn’t hesitate. “Your human is pregnant, we already know and the council will know soon enough.”  

Dyson’s jaw tightened. He looked at me. “Is it true?”  

I nodded once.  

He turned back to his family. “Then this conversation is over. Alexis is carrying my child. Anyone who speaks about her or the baby like that again will deal with me directly.”  

Rissa scoffed. “You’re choosing her over your own blood?”  

“I’m choosing my family,” he said. “Both of them.”  

Helena’s voice dropped. “The council will not accept this. Your position as Alpha is already being questioned. Keep a human and a mixed-blood child and you will lose everything.”  

“I’ll handle the council,” Dyson answered.  

The following weeks proved how wrong that promise was.  

The hostility grew worse the more my stomach rounded. The staff stopped speaking to me. Rissa and Danielle made sure I heard every insult they made towards me.

Helena watched me like I was something that needed to be removed. 

Dyson spent longer hours away dealing with council meetings, and every time he came home he looked more tired.  

One evening he sat on the edge of the bed while I changed into nightclothes.  

“They’re not going to stop,” he said.  

“I know.”  

“The council is putting pressure on me. They say your presence is destabilizing the territory. Some of the older Alphas are already talking about removing me if I don’t end this.”  

I turned to face him. “End what? Us? The baby?”  

He shook his head. “I won’t do that. But they claim there are extremists who want you gone permanently. They say the safest thing is for you to leave the territory for a while, just until I can settle things.”  

I stared at him. “You’re asking me to leave?”  

“No my love, I’m asking you to stay alive.” He took my hand. “I’ll send trusted people with you. Once the council backs off, I’ll come for you myself. I swear it.”  

I wanted to argue. I wanted to stay and fight. But the way he looked at me made the words die in my throat.  

“Okay,” I said finally. “I’ll go.”  

The journey started at dawn. Two men and a woman Dyson had introduced as trusted escorts rode with me in the black vehicle. 

I was seven months pregnant, uncomfortable, and already missing him.  

We had been on the road for hours when the woman spoke.  

“Stop here.”  

The driver pulled over on a quiet stretch of road surrounded by trees.  

I frowned. “Why are we stopping?”  

None of them answered. The two men got out first. Then the woman followed and opened my door.  

“Get out.”  

The way she spoke made my heart drop. “Dyson said you were taking me to a safe house.”  

She smiled mischievously. “Well then, Dyson changed his  mind.”  

I barely had time to process the words before one of the men grabbed my arm and yanked me from the car. I stumbled, catching myself on the door.  

“What are you doing?”  

“Following orders,” the second man said. “Nobody wants the abomination born.”  

Fear turned to pure adrenaline. I swung my free arm and caught the first man across the face. 

He cursed and backhanded me hard enough that I tasted blood. The woman grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees.  

“Make it look like an accident,” she told them. “Be quick.”  

I fought them with everything in me, whether I was pregnant or not, I kicked, scratched, and twisted with everything I had. 

One of them drew a knife and stabbed the blade, across the side of my stomach. Another cut opened across my shoulder. 

I screamed and drove my elbow into the woman’s ribs. She let go just long enough for me to scramble backward on the dirt.  

They came at me again.  

A boot slammed into my stomach and I cried out in pain. I curled around my belly, trying to protect the baby even as blood ran down my arms.  

“Please,” I choked. “The baby—”  

“That’s the point,” one of them said.  

Another blow, then another. The more they hit me the more I felt myself losing consciousness.  

Then I felt the baby move inside me and sudden strength came back to my body. 

The worst of the pain in my side lessened, the cut on my shoulder stopped gushing blood as fast as it was before. 

I didn’t understand what was going on, but I used it to my advantage. 

I dragged myself away from them on my hands and knees, forcing my body to move even when everything in me  screamed of pain.

They shouted behind me and I heard their footsteps following me.  

I kept crawling until I could see the  road stretching out in front of me. 

Eventually my arms gave out and I collapsed face-down on the asphalt, with blood still seeping from my wounds, the baby’s presence was the only thing keeping me conscious.  

Then my  eyes started closing as the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder.