All Chapters of Pregnant For The Enemy Alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ScarlettThe last night left me a rumpled mess. When I woke, I felt like ruin.Every inch of me was a throbbing reminder of what he had done to me. My muscles felt heavy, my thighs sore, my lips swollen. Even my voice sounded foreign to me when a groan escaped my throat. I stretched slowly, only to wince as a deep ache curled through my body, settling low in my belly.The sheet clung to my skin like a lover’s embrace, cool against the heat still lingering there. I pulled it tighter around me, trying to make sense of the chaos in my head. God, I was a mess. Hair tangled, body bruised in places his hands had gripped too tightly, throat raw from gasps and cries I had never thought I was capable of making.And yet… I felt alive.I turned lazily, half expecting to find him sprawled beside me, but the space was cold. Empty. All that remained of him was his scent of coconuts and vanilla that I had come to crave.A folded slip of paper sat on the pillow where his head should have been. My hea

CardanThe Summit floor fell quiet as the council leader—a man draped in the authority of centuries, neither wolf nor man but something older, brought the meeting to order. No one knew what specie he belonged to. There were rumours that he was God himself or that he had the secret to eternity. But the truth was that he had existed for so log that no one remembered that there were others too who had served before him. Being cloaked in mystery, no one knew who or what he was.“We begin with the matter of the increasing global disasters,” he intoned, his deep voice carrying across the hall. “Flooding in the eastern territories, landslides near the mountains, famine in the coastal regions. The balance has been disrupted.”A human delegate—broad-shouldered, with grey hair forming and gathering sparsely at the temples—rose to his feet almost immediately. “Disrupted is a mild word your honour,” he snapped. “Entire villages have been wiped out. Families drowned. Farmland destroyed. There is n

CardanFor a beat, no one moved.Then a low, dark sound slipped from my chest in form of laughter. It was enough to break through the tension.The others caught it, and one by one, the council members’ expressions shifted. Shock turned to disbelief, disbelief to scorn. Soon, the entire room was staring at the orc leader like he’d just smeared his brother’s blood on the council table and called it art.But the orc didn’t back down. His finger stayed locked in place, trembling with rage, aimed squarely at the world leader.And the world leader? He just stared. Calm. Dry-eyed. Utterly unbothered, like a king humouring a madman.It was laughable. The whole thing—this giant brute accusing the one creature here who could probably snap him out of existence with a thought—bordered on suicidal.But while the others dismissed it as grief-fuelled madness, I didn’t. The wheels in my head turned hard and fast.If the world leader truly had a hand in the orc’s death—hell, if he had a hand in any of

ScarlettThe car was sleek and black, humming low like a predator at rest as it rolled down the long driveway. The man behind the wheel looked like he’d been carved from stone—jaw locked, shoulders stiff, eyes fixed ahead. Not a word passed between us as the gates swung open and we left the packhouse behind.I pressed my forehead to the cool window and let my eyes drink in everything.The pack’s territory was… beautiful. Wide open stretches of grass that rolled into clusters of tall trees, houses tucked into corners like secret little havens. There was life everywhere—wolves moving in twos and threes, women hanging laundry, old men sitting on porches like they owned the world.And then we drove past a playground.I didn’t mean to stare, but I did. Children were laughing—actual, belly-deep laughter that carried on the breeze as they chased each other through the grass. One little boy fell, skinned his knee, and before the tears could even fall, his friends had him back on his feet and

ScarlettMy stomach dropped when I saw him actually coming toward me.For one ridiculous second, I wondered if I had accidentally smiled at him. Maybe I had given him some kind of signal without meaning to. My brain scrambled for an explanation that made sense, because why else would he cross a room full of women to come stand right here?My fingers tightened around my glass of water, condensation slicking my palm.He stopped in front of me, towering over where I sat on the barstool, and the grin he wore was as sleazy as they come, like a predator who had all night to play with his food.One, two, three...ten! My eyes did the counting as I silently stared at him. I had caught sight of ten piercings in just a glance and the tattoo drawings of skulls and roses was so obvious I didn’t need to count. It was everywhere. And I knew that because he showed them off like trophies, wearing his clothes in such a way that it exposed his pecs. His navel too had piercings.... damn. I was sure talki