Semua Bab Reclaimed by My Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 10

NATALIAPositive. Estimated gestation: 8 weeks.I stared down at the slip of paper the nurse had handed me. Just a few lines of numbers, hormone levels, and bolded words I kept reading over and over again like they might change."Congratulations, Luna. You're two months pregnant."The room blurred. The scent of antiseptic clung to the air, the crisp white of the clinic walls suddenly too bright, too sterile. I blinked, sure I’d misheard.“Pregnant?” I echoed, but my voice came out like a whisper dragged over gravel.I pressed a hand to my stomach. Nothing had changed on the outside—no swell, no movement—but inside, something had shifted so profoundly I couldn’t breathe.Pregnant. Andrei’s child.And only thirty days left until our marriage contract ended.My thoughts spiraled. A thousand emotions surged all at once—happiness, fear, and a terrible, fragile hope. For so long, I had dreamed of a future with him. Not the one written in ink, but one chosen. Real. And now, maybe…Maybe this

NATALIAThe clinic smelled like lemon-scented bleach and something sharper—sterile and clean, but not comforting. I sat in the exam room, cold paper crinkling beneath me, one hand resting over the small swell that wasn’t visible yet, but that I could feel in every breath.The doctor entered quietly, glancing down at the chart in her hands. She looked young—maybe too young to be the bearer of life-altering news—but her expression was serious.“Luna Natalia,” she began gently, “I’ve reviewed your hormone panels and did a full internal scan. Your pregnancy is progressing well, and the fetus is strong. In fact…” She looked up. “The baby’s readings are more robust than usual—even stronger than the average Alpha heir.”A rush of warmth flooded my chest. My baby. Strong. Thriving. I clung to the word like a lifeline.“But,” she added, her tone softening, “your body… is not keeping pace.”I stiffened. “What does that mean?”“There’s strain,” she said. “Your hormone levels indicate instability

NATALIAThe closet was half-empty. My dresses still hung in a neat row, untouched. Most were formal—Luna attire. Silks and muted colors meant to convey grace and restraint. Now, they looked like costumes from a role I no longer played.I folded the last of my sweaters and zipped the suitcase shut. There wasn’t much else I wanted to take. A few books. Some photos. Letters from some of the other wolves who grew up alongside me in the orphanage. Everything else could stay. Let Lilith wear my title. My dresses. Let her step into my shoes and realize how quickly they blister.A knock at the door startled me.When I opened it, Mila stood there—my Delta. Her eyes were red-rimmed, jaw tight. She looked like she hadn’t slept."You’re really leaving," she said quietly.I nodded. "It’s better this way."Mila stepped inside, looking around like she might find a reason to make me stay. "He won’t be the same without you. None of us will.""He’ll be fine," I said. "He has Lilith."She snorted. Walk

ANDREI“You need to rein her in before there’s nothing left to salvage.”My mother’s voice was sharp, clear, and unforgiving as she stood in my office, arms crossed in that imperious way she used when she knew she was right. Which, in this case, she probably was.“She’s only been back for a few days,” I said, already exhausted by the conversation. “She needs time to reacquaint herself with the rhythms of pack life.”Mother’s eyes narrowed. “Reacquaint? She’s issuing orders to warriors, reallocating patrols, questioning the Beta in front of others. Do you have any idea how furious the ranks are?”I turned away, pacing behind my desk. It was easier than facing her.“She’s not Luna yet.”“Try telling her that. The pack sees her acting like one, and they don’t like it. Natalia would never have overstepped this way.”I flinched.It wasn’t that she was wrong. It was that I didn’t want to hear it.Mother softened her tone. “Andrei. You can still undo this. You’re not married to Lilith yet.”

DAMON“Natalia, stay in your room.”She looked at me like she wanted to argue, to press for answers, but I didn’t give her the chance. I closed the door softly but firmly, cutting off her wide, panicked eyes. Behind the door, I could still feel her wolf—agitated, alert, pressing against her skin like mine pressed against mine.“She’s too close to the edge,” the doctor had warned me. “Emotionally and physically. Any sudden shock—”I wasn’t about to let Andrei deliver one.Grace was loitering near the hall, arms crossed, jaw tight with tension she didn’t bother to hide. She opened her mouth, but I cut her off.“You will not speak to him. Not a word. Not unless I order it.”Her lips curled in irritation. “He has a right to know—”“No,” I snapped. “He had the right. He gave it up when he let her walk away pregnant and alone.”She glared at me, but under my Alpha tone, she dropped her gaze. “Yes, Alpha,” she muttered.I brushed past her and headed toward the southern gates. My pack had alr