Semua Bab Pregnant And Claimed By The Wrong Alpha: Bab 11 - Bab 20

KHAI’S POV The girls squirmed with discomfort in the background until one finally had the gall to speak. “What about us, Your Majesty?” I did not even spare them a glance when I said, “Be silent and watch.” I wrapped my arm around Soraya, drawing her into my chest. She gasped, her breath stuttering as our skin met—my hardness brushing against her stomach. She looked up at me, startled. Eyes wide. Lips parted. The kind of reaction a man doesn’t forget. My mouth grazed her ear, and her shiver betrayed her. Her body fit against mine like it had always belonged there—every dip and mouthwatering curve molding to me with devastating precision. Not even Rava had melted into me like this. And I’d memorized every inch of that woman. Maybe they shared a face. But this woman in my arms was her own brand of addictive. “Were you trying to run from me?” I asked, voice low—meant for her ears alone. My hand trailed down the delicate line of her stomach. She tensed under the te

SORAYA’S POV “I rejected Alpha Ragnar.” I fired up to my feet, glaring hard at the insolent, loud-mouthed woman. “And again, this is none of your fucking business.” And then Nyra said the thing that actually made my stomach twist: “There, there, sweetheart.” She came closer, patting my back in such an infuriating manner—like I was a broken-hearted thing. Like she could see the hurt Ragnar caused. “Every one of us here was abandoned in some way—by family, lovers, even mates. Guess Khai likes his toys broken.” That one hit. I didn’t flinch, but I felt it. Hard. She tilted her head. “But don’t worry. You’re still cute. And Khai has... interesting taste lately.” She dragged her eyes down my body. “All fragile and sad and.. brand new. Must make him feel powerful.” The girls laughed again. “And don’t get the wrong idea,” she added, stepping forward like she was about to hug me — she didn’t — “I’m not jealous or anything. I’ve had him more times than I can count. Ask anyone. Mo

SORAYA’S POV I turned my head just enough to look back at him, the sheets still pulled under me, my ass still stinging, nude, humiliated. “If I was Ragnar’s little spy, do you really think he’d have let me reject him like that? What would be the need to go to such extremities? Oh tell, Alpha Khai King, would those auction guards have hauled me like meat in the middle of a fucking auction? You saw it, didn’t you? I was about to be dragged away by brutes when you stepped in.” I spat the words now, breath shaking with rage and shame. “Was that all just a performance too? Some big masterplan? Because it sure as hell felt real when they almost threw me and yanked me back painfully.” He said nothing. “And you,” I hissed, “you came in like some dark savior. I thought—fuck—I actually thought you were rescuing me.” I laughed again, but it cracked. “The goddess must really hate me.” A growl shook through the room. Deep. From his chest. “It wasn’t that simple!” he snapped. His

SORAYA’S POV A gentle knock wakes me from my slumber. I bring my hand up to rub my eyes while the other holds my blanket tighter to my body.“Come in,” I said in a groggy voice.The door opens, and the scent of freshly baked eggs and bacon fills my nostrils. Ellie walks in with a breakfast tray and that sweet, welcoming smile. She drops the tray on the bedside table before sitting beside me on the bed.“Hey, how are you feeling?” she asked, her tone gentle.“Much better. Thanks to you,” I said with gratitude, and she waves her hand dismissively.“Do not mention it. Here, eat up. We have a palace to tour,” she said, handing me the tray of food.“What?”She grinned. “You heard me. And do not worry, it does not involve the off-limits section.”I let out an exaggerated sigh and shake my head. “Well, I sure hope not.”Ellie laughs. “You have nothing to fear. I am nothing like those insane girls.”Picking up my fork, I take a bite out of the eggs and hum with delight. With my mouth still

CHAPTER 19: THANK YOUKHAI’S POV In less than a minute, I stepped into the infirmary. Maryann, the official pack doctor, sat up at the sight of me. I placed the girl on one of the stretchers and stepped aside for Maryann to do her job.“What happened?” she asked, already checking her vitals.“I don’t know. She drank something and passed out. Fix her,” I said.She pursed her lips—a silent disapproval of my tone. She was so much like my mother.“I-Is she alive?”My head turned to Soraya, standing meekly by the door, her eyes teary and filled with worry.Maryann grabbed the girl’s wrist, waited a moment, and then nodded.Soraya visibly relaxed, placing a hand over her chest as a single tear slipped down her cheek.And that was more than enough to prove her innocence.“I need to know what happened to her, Maryann,” I said, my voice stern.“I’m on it, Alpha,” she said.The next twenty minutes were spent watching Maryann draw blood and run it through machines. At other times, she injected