All Chapters of Pregnant For The Enemy Alpha : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CARDAN“Motherfucker.” I clenched my jaw, wondering why she was with that stupid fuck.Adam was it? He had almost killed her. So much for being her protector.When she came in, she had avoided my gaze on purpose and left seconds later. My heart had squeezed painfully in my chest at the thought of losing her forever. What if she had already moved on? What if she likes him?I was done waiting for her permission. I had to let her see how much she meant to me. I needed to bridge the distance between us.I could feel myself slowly dying, the farther she got from me. I was at least 80 percent healed. I came out of the block of space that I had been in for as long as God knows and thankfully she was right down in the fields, training madly. I flexed my wrists subconsciously. Joining her wouldn't suck a bad idea. I raised my arm to stop a bird flying blindly from crashing into my face, and made my way over to where she was. She must have sensed my presence but didn't look back. I watched

CARDANThe first explosion tore through the eastern wall.The sound ripped through the air like the sky itself was screaming. The ground shuddered beneath my boots, sending a cloud of dust and ash spiraling through the corridors. Instinct took over before reason did and my hand went straight to my blade.“Shit,” I hissed, already running.The fortress was under siege. The smell of smoke, blood, and metal filled the air. “Scarlett!”Her name tore out of me before I could stop it.She’d been in the east wing, resting. She’d barely slept in days, pushing herself harder than anyone else. I told her to take one damn hour to close her eyes. Just one hour.Now the place was on fire.I sprinted through the smoke, cutting down two rogues who lunged out of the haze. Their eyes glowed that strange, blood-tinged red, the mark of those bound to the King’s will. They moved fast, but not fast enough. My blade caught the first across the throat, the second in the ribs.Both dropped and I made my way

CARDANThe fever was no surprise. But what was a surprise was the weather. Considering the condition August was in, it wasn't supposed to be snowing. Not now.When I was a boy, I almost died after being exposed to the cold for too long. I hadn't known how to beat the cold because I hadn't manifested as a Lycan. And my father's harsh training wasn't letting up.All I had was my pocketknife and a thin cloth. It was days before my father found him. By then I was dehydrated, feverish, and near delirium. Now I barely felt the cold air as I dashed through the woods. Every second that passed was one Scarlett spent in his hands. One heartbeat closer to whatever the King planned to do with her.I couldn’t let that happen.The entrance to the old ruins yawned below like a mouth ready to swallow the world whole. Whatever was hidden there had to be horrible but...She was down there. I would give everything to save her even if it meant giving my life too.The unusual weather was also proof that

SCARLETTLira hadn’t come back.None of us talked about it, but her absence pressed on the room like a ghost that refused to leave. Friar hadn’t spoken much since that night. She just sat, her fingers tracing invisible lines into the dirt with dead eyes. Sometimes I heard the slight sniffles when she thought everyone was asleep. I listened with eyes wide open and my back facing her so she wouldn't see the tears of fury that slid from my eyes.The young man, whose name I’d learned was Daren, watched her sometimes with a kind of wariness.It took me a few days, or maybe weeks, to get close enough to any of them to learn their stories. Time in the catacombs didn’t move the same way it did above ground. There were no days or nights here, just an endless, suffocating loop of torchlight and stifling quiet, so I couldn’t really tell how much time had passed.The smell of the unpleasant wetness, rusting iron, and despair had become part of me. I had learned to breathe through it all, the sam

CARDANAn alliance.The very idea made my blood crawl. I’d rather rip my own arm off than stand shoulder to shoulder with a vampire. But even as the thought flared through me, I couldn’t shake off the truth of his words.He was right. Damn him.The war wasn’t just about me anymore. It never had been.I exhaled sharply, leaning my head back against the damp stone wall. “I can't trust you.”He chuckled lowly. “Trust? That’s rich, coming from the man who’s probably torn through half my kind without blinking.”“Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered. “Your kind does the same.”He gave a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. And look where that’s gotten us.”Things were already getting tense between us. If I wasn't chained I was sure we would be throwing hands. The vamp was about to say something but stopped abruptly as if listening for something. I paid attention too.There seemed to be a lot of moving around outside the door.Adamm straightened slightly, sensing it too. “They’re cha