I Was Just a Living Incubator to My Alpha
My former home was now just a cold, empty shell.
I searched frantically for Elara. She was my last hope.
I found her three days later in a luxury boutique.
She was on the arm of another Alpha, smiling like a flower in bloom.
“Elara!” I rushed forward and grabbed her wrist.
She shook me off in disgust, like I was something filthy.
“I have some news, Damon,” she said, her smile sweet, but colder than a snake. “I’m pregnant.”
My heart hammered. “Is… is it my child?”