All Chapters of Pregnant For The Reborn Ruthless Alpha King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

If you take one more step toward me, I will rip your throat out with my teeth!The voice did not sound human. It was a low, rough growl that shook the wet earth beneath her knees, carrying the strong smell of fresh blood and crushed pine needles.She froze on the muddy bank. Her hand stayed inches above the dark dirt where a crimson pool was spreading into the fallen leaves. Her fingers shook around the bunch of crushed silver leaves she had gathered from the cold riverbank. The forest around them was dead silent, as if every bird, insect, and wild animal had fled from the dangerous man lying broken in the ditch.He lay tucked inside the hollow of a massive fallen oak tree. His chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged gasps that rattled deep in his lungs. Dark, unnatural veins stood out against his pale, sweaty skin like black web work. His black hair was full of mud and dry pine needles, but the sheer size of his broad shoulders and thick arms showed he was lethal. He wore no shirt, only

What are you doing to me? Please, stop!Her scream tore through the thick canopy of the forest, but the damp trees swallowed the sound before it could reach the mountain trail. She kicked her legs wildly, her boots splashing into the cold puddle beneath them, but her efforts were useless.He was far too heavy. His massive body pressed down on her like a slab of iron, pinning her soft frame deep into the dark, wet earth. The agonized roar that tore from his throat was barely human, a ragged sound born from a soul dragged back from the abyss of death. The curse of his fractured rebirth raged through his blood like liquid fire, blinding his mind to reason, mercy, or thought. He was no longer a man; he was a storm of raw, ancient instinct driven by a single, overwhelming necessity. He had to extinguish the excruciating ache burning behind his ribs, and the quiet girl beneath him was the only cure his wild blood recognized.Quiet," he rasped, his voice a jagged bar of iron dragging through

"Don't leave me in the dark..."Her voice was nothing more than a broken whisper, lost in the heavy folds of the night.Her hands, small and stained with red mud, reached up on their own. She did not know why her fingers searched for his broad, burning shoulders, or why she held onto the very man who had just torn her world to pieces. The sharp, tearing pain in her lower belly still bit into her flesh like a hidden knife, but under the heavy, relentless rhythm of his body, that pain had turned into a thick, terrifying heat that pulsed straight through her blood.He did not stop. He could not. His large hands held her hips pinned to the damp ground, his long fingers pressing deep into her soft skin, leaving dark red marks that would turn purple by morning. Every time he drove his weight down into her, her body shook against the cold mud. The wet slap of skin against skin and the sound of his ragged breathing filled the quiet woods, drowning out the owl calls and the rush of the river.

"I can't stay here with a monster."The words tasted like bile in her mouth, whispered into the cold darkness as she clutched the torn, damp linen of her dress to her chest.She turned her eyes away from the silent figure lying in the mud. Whether he was a dead corpse or a sleeping demon, it did not matter anymore. Staying beside him meant death, dishonor, or something far worse if whatever cursed spirit inhabited his body decided to wake again. Every second spent breathing the air near him felt like tempting a sleeping beast that could snap her neck with a single twitch of his fingers.On her hands and knees, she began to crawl away backward into the deep shadows of the brush. The sharp stones and jagged pine needles bit into her bare knees, leaving thin trails of dark blood behind her on the damp leaves, but she ignored the sting. Her breath came in quiet, terrified hitches, her chest heaving as she put inch after inch between her trembling frame and the giant lying beneath the fall