All Chapters of Pregnant And Claimed By The Wrong Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SORAYA’S POV Khai did not come for dance practice today. It was just the six girls, Estella, and I.Surprisingly, the choreography was not as difficult as it was yesterday. It was a lot easier to perform, and my feet did not hurt as much. At this rate, we would be able to perfect the dance before the consummation feast.The very one I will not be attending.“Okay, girls. That will be enough for today. We will be adding a few moves to the choreography tomorrow,” she said, and we all nodded in agreement before fanning out one by one.My mind travelled back to the necklace Khai had given me as I made my way through the halls. I needed to get to the kitchen.I was craving something sweet today.I found myself feeling a twinge of jealousy as I wondered who it could have originally belonged to. He must have clearly gifted it to the woman. He must have held her in such high regard.“Why do you look pissed?”My attention shifted to Ellie as she joined me on my way down to the kitchen. As a

SORAYA’S POV At first, I wanted to believe I was dreaming. But as his silhouette grew more vivid, I knew this was it for us. As he stepped under the dim moonlight, I took a step back. His eyes were different. They looked like that of a beast—amber, pupils dilated and full of rage. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a black pair of pants. Canines peeked out from his lips, ready to rip flesh apart, just like his elongated claws. One by one, wolves emerged from the darkness, encircling us. They drew closer by the second, just waiting for the order to tear us apart. When Khai’s ravenous gaze shifted to Gael, I instantly blocked him with my body. “Don’t hurt him. It’s not his fault. I—I’m the one that asked him to help me escape. If you must punish anyone, then punish me,” I said to Khai, but he didn’t even spare me a glance. The wolves around us shifted back to their human forms, and Khai gave nothing but a single nod. The next thing I knew, two men surged forward and g

KHAI’S POVRage radiated off my pores as I made my way to the dark dungeons, fists clenched and searching for an outlet. But I already had one.The guard opened the metal door for me, and I stepped in to find him chained to a chair, head bowed. He looked lost, like someone who wasn’t used to defeat.Neither was I.I stalked up to him slowly, the sound of my footsteps bouncing off the concrete walls until it finally came to a stop. Once in front of him, I kicked him hard enough for him to let out a groan.“Oh, that’s right. You do have a broken arm. Pity,” I mused, my voice lower than a grumble. I leaned in closer, wanting to get a better look at his face. “What did you think would happen when you tried sneaking around under my nose, gathering information for my enemy?”He stayed silent. He didn’t utter a word. He didn’t even spare me a glance. That hurt my feelings.With a single stomp on his foot, I crushed his little toes, making him let out another scream of pain. That sound used

SORAYA’S POV The tears wouldn’t stop. The more I cried, the worse the pain in my chest became. The events of this night were ones I would never forget. Not only had I been blinded by the illusion of possible freedom, but I also lost a man I was beginning to believe was my friend. I nearly got sent back to the hell I escaped from—and the husband that used me. And Khai… That was the worst part of the night. Why did him taking his mother’s necklace hurt so much? Maybe because he trusted me with something so dear to him, and I blatantly told him I was going to sell it. That was way too low, even for me. I had justified it by saying I needed the money for my child and myself, but surely there was a better way. I just didn’t look. I never should’ve run with it. Now, Khai will never forgive me. Could it be that he was starting to grow some affection for me? It was the only reasonable explanation. I know for a fact that he didn’t give out his mother’s things to just anyo

KHAI’S POV Petty ass bastard. I suppose he did not accept my gift with an open heart. Amidst the smoke and scent of burning flesh were the torn pieces of my pack members. I stood above the severed arm of a child—the rest of her body discarded next to her burning home. She looked to be around five years of age. Just a baby. My fists balled as I took in the damage done to this village. There were at least a hundred dead. Ten injured. And this wasn’t the only village. They raided and destroyed three others, leaving the residents to even worse fates. I turned to my beta, Ronan, and said, “Keep searching for more survivors. Put out the fires. If there’s a life that can still be saved, then do so.” When Ronan didn’t move, I turned to him fully, my brow raised. He exhaled loudly, a vein popping at his temple. His frustration and rage were clear, but he knew better than to speak out of turn. That didn’t stop him from voicing his thoughts as gently as possible. “We’ve trip