Pregnant For The Mistaken Alpha
The villagers moved about their tasks, tending to their gardens, repairing tools, and engaging in animated conversations.
As I approached, the villagers cast curious glances in my direction, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern. A middle-aged woman, her face lined with years of wisdom, noticed my disheveled appearance and the visible exhaustion etched on my face.
"Are you alright, dear?" she asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern.
Tears welled up in my eyes as relief flooded over me. "Please," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "I need help. There are men after me, and I fear for my life and the life of my unborn child."
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