All Chapters of Pregnant With The Alpha Pup: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~ZAYDENMy entire body was taut with nervousness as the guards bought Dahlia out of the cell. She looked around like she was seeing everything for the first time, and there was tears in her eyes. I looked away, steeling my heart against any sort of emotion. I was determined not to be swayed by anything, and my mind was made up. The guards unshackled her and left, leaving us all alone in the living room. Dahlia looked around one more time, and in the light of the room, I noticed something about her. She looked... horrible. My mate had gotten thinner and more gaunt. I could see her bones as she walked around, and because she was dressed in the same dress she had had on ever since she got detained, there was a slightly unpleasant smell around her too. I should probably have let her take a bath before proceeding with this rejection process, but I wanted to get this over with. Immediately. As soon as possible. I cleared my throat, and she turned around to look at me."Come on. Let's

~ZAYDENFour years ago, on the night of the Pack's celebration, I slept with a woman.I had been so drunk, so out of it, that I hadn't stop to think about what I was doing. All that mattered to me in that moment was getting my pleasure from the woman whose face I didn't remember, and even though she tried to fight me off, I won. I slept with her. But by the time I woke up the next morning, she was gone. And I had no idea who she was. A part of me had been scared that Grandfather was going to find out, that whoever the woman was, she would go to my grandfather and tell him that I had forced myself on her. But when days passed, when nothing happened, my fear slowly faded away. No woman came out to proclaim that I did anything. My grandfather didn't find out, and my secret remained...safe. Back then, a part of me had been busy grateful. I wasn't interested in getting tangled with any

~ZAYDENGuilt slammed into me like an avalanche, and my knees buckled under the weight. My chest was tight, and it felt as though someone was pulling on my heart and ripping into it in such a savage way that made pain lance through my entire body. Dahlia was trembling with pain and rage, and her expression was twisted with betrayal. The look of utter devastation, the way she was still holding on to her kids like they were a lifeline, like she needed to protect them from me, gutted me and left my already splintered heart bleeding. I tried to speak, but words eluded me. I tried to talk, to apologise, to grovel before her and ask for her forgiveness, but my throat was refusing to work. My lungs had given up on me too, and I struggled to breathe. Tears stung the back of my eyes, and I curled my hands into fists as I stared at her. What have I done?This morning, I woke up with hate in my heart. I woke up with determination in my

~ZAYDENDahlia turned to face me. "You are going to take responsibility for everything that happened?" she repeated. I nodded, my heart thudding against my chest. Her expression suddenly became guarded, and I tried, but failed, to decipher the look on her face. Still, I went on with my explanation. "I am going to take responsibility, Dahlia. I will come clean, and tell my grandfather the truth. I'll explain how I raped you without your consent, and how everything that happened was because of me. I'll tell him that you ran because of what I did, and that you kept your children as a secret because you were scared of what people's reaction would be if they found out about your children. I will tell him everything, Dahlia. I will take the blame. As long as you promise not to leave. I will do that and gladly accept any punishment that comes with it."She stared at me for a long moment, and from the way my heart rattled loudly in

~ZAYDENEdda was the one who drugged me. Four years ago, during the ceremony that was thrown that night, the woman I had referred to as my best friend had drugged me. I hadn't known at first. My mind had whirled over and over as I tried to come up with a logical explanation as to how I got drunk that night.I had to sit down and actually think about it. And I remembered that the only person I was with all through the night was Edda. She was the one who gave me all the drinks and food I consumed, which meant that she was the one who drugged me. I didn't want to believe it at first. The thought had seemed incredulous to me. But now, staring at her face and seeing how pale she was, I was instantly convinced. A wave of anger crashed into me. I took another step closer, and she was forced to take one back. And even though her hands were trembling, she tried so hard to stay still. "Answer my question, Edda. Why did you dr