Semua Bab Pregnant And Claimed By The Wrong Alpha: Bab 61 - Bab 69

SORAYA’S POVThe guards parted the grand doors for us, bowing as we passed. We walked into the banquet, hand in hand, all eyes on us. My heart thudded against my ribcage as the entire room grew silent—the eyes of the pack on us.My hands grew sweaty, but even still, Khai did not let go of my hand. I did not know why he chose me to escort him tonight. Usually, he summons me over, throws me across his thigh, and fucks me in front of the crowd. Was this his new tactic?I can’t lie—the last time I had caught everyone’s attention like this was when I was made to wear a thin piece of lingerie to court. But even now, it felt different. This time, I had the Alpha himself at my side, holding my hand. Quite firmly, for that matter.Even with my attire looking like royalty, it was nothing compared to having the Great Rogue King of the East by my side. It was something I had never felt before. Sometimes, I found it hard to believe I was once a Luna. I never truly felt like royalty. Not like t

KHAI’S POV “We’ve had a decline in the food supply over the last two weeks. The farmers are too scared to go out because of the attacks by Ragnar and his men. And with the massive parties that have taken place these past two days, the food left in storage for our people will last roughly three weeks,” my Chief of Agriculture and Food Control said, his voice tense. I sat in the boardroom with the rest of my council members, a fist propping up my chin as I listened to report after report from my commanders. Not a single one was good. I turned to my Chief of Defence and said, “Have more men secure the farmlands to give the farmers confidence. This is not the time for our people to cower in fear of Ragnar.” This was a fucking mess. We were playing right into Ragnar’s game. My own people feared him more than they feared me. What sort of Alpha does that make me? “Your Grace, there’s not a single soldier who hasn’t been deployed. Every man is guarding different regions of the kin

SORAYA’S POV“Whose house is this?” I asked as he carried me up the stairs.“Mine. It’s one of my safehouses. Only Ronan knows it’s mine. It’s a little bit away from the pack, but not too far for me not to know what’s going on. I used to come here if I ever needed some peace and quiet,” he explained as he kicked open the door to a room.It wasn’t as large or luxurious as his room in the palace — it was more of an adequate room. The room of a commoner.He walked us to the bathroom before placing me gently on the floor. The cold tiles sent a tingle up my body, making my legs weak.“Are you okay?” he asked gently, and I nodded as I used his body to steady myself.“Let’s get rid of this,” he said, appearing behind my back to undress me.My breath caught as his fingers grazed my shoulder blades. His breath brought goosebumps to my nape. He took forever to take off my dress — but when he did, the silence after that stretched on even longer.I took it upon myself to turn around. And when I

KHAI’S POVHammers and drills.That was the sound that filled the air as I made my way through my pack. The scent of wet cement and sweat lingered in the air, along with the grunts of my working people. Everyone was busy — it didn’t matter if they were builders or not. In order for my pack to return to what it used to be, everyone had to help.And one thing about my people? They always cooperated. We were a family.But I knew it was only a matter of time before that trust and cooperation started to waver. If these attacks from Ragnar carried on, my people would start to lose faith in me. Asides from that, this reconstruction was taking a lot from the royal treasury.More reason to fuel my desire to kill that scumbag.“I want Ragnar’s palace crippled. His armories, his barracks, his supply routes — I want them gone. Every move he makes should cost him blood and resources,” I ordered Ronan as we made our way through the under-construction halls.Ronan looked at me with uncertainty.“

SORAYA’S POV Aggressively, Khai rose to his feet. The fury radiating off him was enough to drop a block of fear on all our shoulders. I had never seen Khai look at anyone the way he looked at Ragnar in that moment — like a wounded animal willing to spend its last breath on revenge. “Don’t you dare lie, you bastard! Don’t you dare deny the lives you’ve taken. Own up to the fact that you’re a murderer!” Khai’s voice thundered across the table. “I’m not denying the raids on your villages,” Ragnar said evenly, though his jaw ticked. “But those bombs are none of my doing.” Khai leaned forward, both palms braced against the table. “You expect me to believe that? Coward—” “Enough!” The word burst out of me before I could stop it. “I can’t believe the both of you are willing to risk innocent lives over this meaningless ego war.” Silence fell. Khai’s head turned toward me slowly. “What did you just say?” I swallowed, but I didn’t look away. “This isn’t about me. This is abo