All Chapters of Pregnant For The Enemy Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ScarlettThe words hit me like a punch to the gut.You're not from here.My chest went tight, that familiar ache spreading through my ribs. The reminder of how I ended up in this place. Sold. Bartered. Handed over like damaged goods because no one else would have me. I could see my father's disgusted face when he practically shoved me at this man, as clear as if it happened yesterday.I wasn't from here because I didn't belong anywhere anymore. My pack was gone, scattered or dead. My home was ash. My people were sold into slavery or worse. I was a refugee clinging to survival in a world that saw me as nothing more than a commodity.The irony tasted bitter. I'd been a princess once. Heir to a proud bloodline, protected by an entire pack. Now I was nobody. Nothing. Just another broken omega passed around until someone decided I might be useful.I shoved the feeling down hard, burying it before it could surface and leave me bleeding in front of him. But when I looked up, Cardan was watch

CardanThe intelligence report from last night's patrol landed on my desk like a ticking bomb, its contents more disturbing than anything we'd seen in the past decade. Three more incidents along our eastern border in the past week alone, each one more concerning than the last, each one a clear sign that the delicate balance we'd maintained for generations was beginning to crumble.What had started as minor weather anomalies six months ago was escalating into something that threatened not just our territory, but the very foundations of the supernatural world as we knew it.I scanned the details with practiced efficiency, though each line made my jaw clench tighter. Livestock mutations near the portal site—two-headed calves born to healthy cows, sheep with metallic wool that cut the hands of anyone who tried to shear them. Ground tremors that followed no seismic pattern, as if the earth itself was convulsing in pain. Most disturbing of all, a human settlement twelve miles from our borde

ScarlettI woke up with a start, my sheets twisted around my legs, heart hammering in my chest. The remnants of a nightmare clung to me like a second skin. I had seen horrors, shadows, blood, screaming children, monsters with faces that shouldn’t exist. My palms were slick with sweat, and I could still hear the echo of those cries, faint but relentless.I lay there for a long moment, trying to shake it off, trying to convince myself it had been just a dream. But the horror lingered, gnawing at the edges of my mind.The room was dark. No one was there. Cardan. He wasn't here. The other times I had woken up to see him had been annoying but they were quiet reassurances. This time around, it was just silence… and the distant rumble of rain against the roof.I swallowed hard, shivering despite the warmth of the blankets. Something about the emptiness of the room made the memory of the dream worse, like the silence itself amplified the fear.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and felt

CardanThe night air was cold against my skin, but it wasn’t enough to cool the irritation boiling beneath it. I could not find it in me to go back to the safety of the pack house and sleep in cozy bedsheets and not having to sleep with both eyes closed due to the fear of being kidnapped or being carted away to be sucked dry in my sleep. “Cassius.” I called out.The word barely left my lips before the darkness stirred. He materialized at my side in a smooth, fluid shift, his form bleeding out of the shadows like he’d been waiting there all along.“My lord.” His voice was clipped, steady, carrying that familiar bite of disdain that never quite softened, not even for me.I turned my gaze to him. Out of all my men, Cassius was the one I trusted with what mattered. He had sharp instincts, colder judgment, and a loyalty forged in scars. I had left much of the pack’s affairs in his hands for that reason alone.But he had his flaws. The kind that made him… unfit.He would have been the per

Scarlett The ride was quiet, though not the comfortable kind. My hoodie felt too hot now, like it was strangling me, and his hand was still wrapped around mine as if I might jump out of the car and make a run for it the second he let go.As if. I would probably fall and break my nose or worse, break something expensive.Cardan drove with one hand as the other held mine. It almost felt…intimate. His sharp profile in the slight glow of the dashboard light made him almost ethereal. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a business magazine. Although he had taken his glasses off, I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him. I had to force my eyes out the window at some point, trying to ignore the restless flutter in my chest.When we pulled into the parking lot, I realized the gym was a high class one. The sleek glass doors and polished chrome sign above screamed high-end. It looked more like a luxury spa than a place where people willingly tortured themselves with weights. So Cardan wa