2. The Alpha's Seed

"W-what do you mean—ah!"

His touch made me gasp. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt his strong hands wrap around my waist, pulling me in until there was no space left between us.

The scent of a forest after the rain, masculine and earthy, wafted from his skin, igniting a burning, unfamiliar passion within me.

He then shifted his attention, planting kisses along my jawline down to the hollow of my neck.

I still didn't understand what he had said earlier. All I knew was that my logic had vanished, overwhelmed by a desire that held me captive.

"Sir...." I whimpered weakly, yet my hands clutched his shirt collar, keeping him close.

"Call me Aaron," he whispered softly.

For some reason, his whispers seemed to hold a magical power I couldn't resist. And his voice ... it gave me goosebumps while sending a strange thrill through me, awakening hidden desires.

"Aaron...." His name escaped my lips, less like a mere address and more like an expression of intoxicating pleasure.

At the sound of it, Aaron claimed my lips again. But this time, there was no gentleness, it was replaced by a wild, demanding hunger.

I gasped for breath, my trembling hands found the courage to move upward, gripping Aaron’s shoulders. A burning sensation spread from the points where our skin touched.

His large, strong hands moved from my jaw, threading through my hair to hold the back of my neck with such dominance that my face was tilted fully upward. He crushed his lips against mine, rough and filled with a mounting, unbridled lust.

"Aaron ... ah...."

My moan only fueled the fire within him. He became even more unrestrained. Words were abandoned, replaced entirely by the sound of our ragged, desperate breathing. My senses drifted into an unfamiliar warmth, something I should have resisted, yet it left me rooted to the spot, utterly helpless.

Aaron’s hands began to remove my clothes with movements that were gentle yet deliberate. I held my breath as he fixed a gaze upon me, a hungry look he no longer tried to hide, as if he wanted to devour me with his eyes alone. Moments later, he stripped off his own clothes, piece by piece, until his broad chest was fully revealed before me.

His chest and rock-hard abdominal muscles looked flawless, as if sculpted by the hands of a master artist. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly went dry at the sight of such virility right in front of me.

Suddenly, Aaron moved closer and began showering my entire body with heated kisses, not missing a single inch. His hands caressed my skin, over and over again, driving me to the brink of madness.

This was wrong. It was so incredibly wrong.

My logic screamed the word over and over, yet my body surrendered to an inexplicable, magnetic pull. That night spiraled into a point of no return, a mistake entangled in intoxicating passion.

As the first light of dawn crept through the office blinds, I woke up with a battered body and a throbbing head.

I was alone in the vast room. Everything was tidy; the sofa was clean, and the shirt that had been scattered on the floor the night before was gone. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

I walked home unsteadily, making my way through the morning mist while guilt and fear mounted within me.

In the days that followed, I avoided him at all costs. I deliberately took the longest route to steer clear of the executive floor. I tried to banish all memories of his face, convincing myself it had been nothing more than a wild night, one that would remain buried forever.

Until this morning, when inside the cramped bathroom, two distinct red lines appeared on the pregnancy test.

"No," I whispered, staring at the plastic stick in disbelief. "This has to be a mistake. It can't be."

My hands trembled so violently that I dropped the test onto the floor. My breath and heartbeat seemed to stall. The world around me felt like it was closing in, constricting my lungs until I struggled to find air.

I tried again. Twice. Three times. The result remained the same.

Those two lines stood stark and bold, as if mocking my future.

Dark thoughts began to swirl in my mind. How could I explain this? Who would believe that an ordinary intern like me was carrying the child of the city's most influential CEO?

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