Chapter 4

Lisa's POV

Werewolves?

Those hideous creatures.

Those creatures that see us, humans beneath them. The Mayor of Oxford said we could coexist as equals but everyone knows quite well that it was just a blatant lie.

Hell no. Carrying a child for one of them is like a death sentence. And not just an ordinary werewolf—it was an Alpha. A fucking Alpha.

I have read too many books about them to know their power hierarchy. I know that the Alpha is like the highest level of authority, just like a president.

And not just any Alpha. It was Alpha. Ronan. Stormrider.

The name rang through my mind like a lightning strike. Everyone in Oxford knew who Ronan was—feared, cold, untouchable Alpha. But this? His sperm? Inside me?

At the age of ten, I watched my parents being ripped apart by them and that was the reason why I had to grow up in the orphanage. For years, I was traumatised by the horrific scene and had managed to avoid them..... until now.

Dr. Marlow's hands on my hand brought me back from my reverie. "Are you okay?" She asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.

I didn't answer her. I couldn't answer. I could only stare at her for a long moment as I tried so hard to find my voice. "How.... did it happen?" I finally asked, my voice trembling slightly.

"He had his samples stored here for medical reasons but there was a tagging error during the thawing process and we only realised the mistake this morning," she explained.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely audible. “Is this even legal?”

“We’re already launching an internal investigation. You are, of course, free to take legal actions against the hospital… but you must decide if you would still want to keep the baby or simply go for an abortion."

"Abortion," I repeated, pressing my sweaty palms together as I remembered the surgeon warning over a month ago. "I can't have an abortion. I had a severe complication last month and the doctor told me that i would lose my life if I have any abortion."

"Oh......" She pressed her lips together. "I guess you'd be keeping it then." She let out a tired groan. "Even Alpha Ronan won't take it easy with the hospital."

I let out a deep sigh as frustration and confusion swirled inside me. This wasn't my plan at all. My plan was to have a child of my own, away from any man's knowledge, raise her peacefully but now......

"I'm so sorry, Miss Lisa," she said gently, squeezing my hands reassuringly from across the table. You can—" Before she could finish her statement, her office door swung open.

A tall man dressed in black suit stepped inside and I didn't miss the way the doctor's face was drained of colour immediately. She stood up abruptly, tensed and trembling slightly. "Beta Damon......"

Then another man stepped into the doorway. He was the finest man I have ever seen in my entire life.  He had a chiseled jawline, piercing silver eyes, tousled dark hair, and he had an aura that sucked the air from the room. His black Tom Ford suit screamed wealth and power.

His silver eyes landed on me briefly—it seems like it was piercing into my very soul and for a moment I forgot how to breathe, how to think. I quickly looked away.

He took off his eyes, his focus now on Dr. Marlow.

"Alpha Ronan....." She managed, forcing a smile.

Oh... He's Alpha Ronan. The one whose child is growing inside me. No wonder she was so terrified. I haven't seen him before but I have heard about him and how he destroyed anyone who crosses him.

He shut the door behind him and stepped inside just a few steps away, his presence towering over me as I sat down twisting my fingers nervously.

"I came here for a checkup," he began, his voice cold yet melodic. "But I can smell my pup around." he shoved his hands deep in his pocket and then stared down at me. "Is she the surrogate?"

Pup. That means he could smell his child and I shouldn't be surprised given that werewolves are known for their heightened smell sense.

Dr. Marlow didn't reply immediately. 

"Dr. Marlow?"

"Yes.... No, no," she stammered. "I'm afraid she is not the surrogate, Alpha Ronan," she said, her voice surprisingly steady.

"Then who is she?" He asked sharply. "And why is she carrying my child?"

Dr. Marlow offered him a seat, which he reluctantly took and began explaining everything to him. I was quiet all through, my mind spinning.

"Unbelievable." He slammed his fists on the desk, standing abruptly. "How can you make such a reckless mistake?" He groaned, and I saw the way his silver eyes turned dark with anger, sending a chill through my spine.

The tension in the room was palpable. "Damon, get my lawyers on board. I'm suing this hospital."

"Right away, Alpha," Damon replied, walking outside immediately.

"Alpha....." Dr Marlow started but soon stopped talking. She looked really scared, tears forming at the corners of her eyes and I knew I had to interfere.

I breathe in and out, trying to calm.my nerves before speaking. "Alpha Ronan," I said quietly, "I'm Lisa and I think we should talk about this amicably."

"Amicably? How, Miss Lisa? I'd like to hear your suggestions."

I didn't respond because I haven't really thought about a solution either.

He continued. "The only thing you can do for me now is to get an abortion done."

My eyes snapped up at him for the first time ever. "Abortion?" My stomach twisted. "Why?"

"Because I'm not going to have a child growing up without my care," he snapped. I want to raise my heir. A child who will take my throne.”

I was amazed at where my courage came from. I stood up, facing him squarely. "Well... sorry to disappoint you, Alpha Ronan. I won't be getting an abortion, so I suggest you come up with something else."

The silence in the room was almost deafening.

Then a smirk spread across his face. He sat back, crossing his legs. "Then we get married, human. I needed a wife anyways. How about a contract marriage until the child is born?"