Semua Bab My Alpha Mate Rejected my Divine Pregnancy : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The smell…… that was what woke me up.It smelled warm, savory, and very delicious, it glided through the guest room like it was offered a soft invitation. My nose wriggled even before I was fully awake. Eggs, Toast, Something frying in oil, maybe meat. For a split second, I panicked, how did I get into this strange house, with strange scents, and I smelled a strange man who wasn’t a wolf. My body tensed, and for a moment I thought I had wandered into danger forgetting that I had met Marcus Chen.Not until memories of last night came back to mind, that was when I calmed down.I sat up slowly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His house was simple compared to the packhouses I had grown up in, but clean. It felt like it was military neat. The guest bed had crisp sheets that smelled faintly of detergent and pine. Sunlight came in through the half-drawn curtains, bathing the pale walls gold.The smell grew stronger and my stomach growled, loud enough for me to wince in pain from hung

 It has been days since the trance, and my body still felt worn out like a huge tree had collapsed on me. And Marcus hung around me more than I wanted him to, he was always checking on me every time I so much as blinked too slow, but he didn’t push me about the vision. . He didn’t ask what I saw. For that, I was grateful. I needed to keep some things to myself.I still hadn’t moved out. At first, I told myself it was because Marcus hadn’t gotten me the job yet, he’d said he wanted to wait until my English was better before risking it but if I was honest with myself, I knew there was another reason. And it was fear.At night, I would sit by the small window in the guest room, staring out at the city lights that glittered like stars trapped in glass towers. And every night, the same thought nibbled at me: You don’t belong here. You didn’t belong there either. So where do I belong?Today, after Marcus left to r

The bolts clanged, the sound echoing through my bones. I stiffened on the chair, eyes glancing to the door as it creaked open. And the spirit, the beautiful, glowing spirit that had stood in the room before me only moments ago was gone. She had vanished, as though she had never been there at all. My chest tensed. Had I imagined her? Or did she slip away, retreating into whatever corner of this cursed place she came from?Two men entered, they were different from the ones that stole me from Marcus’s house, they stood tall and broad, their movements looked sharp and rehearsed. Their black uniforms were plain and they didn’t speak. Their eyes never softened. And behind them followed a woman in pale scrubs, her face blank, eyes hollow as if she had long since given up her humanity. A nurse, I guessed, though nothing about her felt like healing. She held a tray of tools that glowed silver under the dim light.Before I could question or resist them, their rough hands held tightly around my

The cell door slammed behind me with a loud clang, the sound echoing in the small space like a wicked reminder that I was still trapped in here. My legs wobbled from exhaustion, every step from the silver room was still vibrating in my bones.They pushed me forward as we entered the room, and I stumbled onto the cold floor, catching myself with my hands before I could hit my head.When the bolts locked into place again, the silence settled in. It was the kind of silence that felt heavier than chains.I sat on the bolted chair and pulled up my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, then pressed my forehead down. My skin still remembered the feel of the silver shackles, even though they hadn’t left any mark. That should have been comforting, but instead it terrified me. Why me? Why am I different?The weight of it all felt like it'd crush me, the rejection, the pregnancy, the exile, Marcus, this facility, the experiments. The screams I’d heard. Wolves burning in agony while I

The silence between us stretched thin, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall filling the space. I still had the cheque in my hand, my name written across it.“Sir Marcus,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “what exactly happened that day? Why did you come home looking like you’d seen a ghost?”He leaned back in the chair, the wood groaning under his weight, his gaze shifting to the window as though he couldn’t bear to look at me. For a long moment, he said nothing, and I thought he wasn’t going to answer. But then his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles pale.“They came to me,” he finally muttered, his voice low and heavy.“Who?” My voice cracked.“The people I used to work for,” he said, spitting the words out like venom. His jaw tightened, eyes dark. “The same ones I told you about, the ones I hunted supernaturals for. Government-backed. Cold and Ruthless.” He paused, dragging a hand down his face. “They know about you, Lila. They’ve been tracking y