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I fucked the deadliest Alpha before I even met him.
It all started a few weeks ago.
“What do you mean my womb is weak?” My voice cracked as I gripped the arms of the chair. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled the small office, but it didn’t mask the sharp edge of humiliation rising in my throat.
Dr. Willis glanced at the file in front of him, then at me and the man sitting stiffly beside me. “Sienna, the tests show your ovarian reserve is dangerously low. Your egg count is far below what’s normal for your age. If you don’t conceive now, the likelihood of you ever having children naturally is almost zero.”
The words felt like a blade slipping under my ribs. My fiancé, Marcus, shifted in his seat, his jaw tight, but he didn’t reach for my hand. We’d been trying for over a year. Month after month of disappointment had left me raw. I had clung to the hope that someday, somehow, I’d see two pink lines on a stick.
That hope had kept me breathing.
Now, the doctor’s words confirmed what I’d been terrified to admit. If I didn’t get pregnant soon, I never would.
But that was weeks ago.
Today, I sat in the same chair, but without Marcus. Without the engagement ring I’d once refused to take off. My hands trembled in my lap as I waited for Dr. Willis to finish reading my file.
“I want an abortion,” I said finally, my voice low. My stomach twisted at the words, but I forced them out. I would never have thought I’d come to this. I bit back my tears, my hands clenched as my throat tightened, I’d spent all my savings on the IVF process but I just couldn’t do it.
His head snapped up. “Sienna…”
“I can’t have this baby,” I said, blinking hard. “I just found out Marcus has been cheating on me for months. With more than one woman. I can’t…” My voice broke. I shook my head. “I can’t raise his child. I won’t.”
The silence stretched. Dr. Willis’s fingers tightened around the edge of my chart. Something shifted in his expression, the calm, clinical detachment faltered.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
He didn’t answer right away. He flipped through the file again, his eyes scanning the pages like he was searching for something.
His shoulders stiffened, his breathing slowed. The panic wasn’t loud, but I saw it.
My heart started to pound. “Doctor?”
He closed the file but didn’t look at me. “Sienna… there’s a problem.”
I sat up straighter. “What kind of problem?”
His gaze finally met mine, and it was the first time I’d ever seen true horror in his eyes.
“You’re not carrying Marcus’s child.”
The words didn’t make sense at first. My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Dr. Willis’s hands were slick with sweat as he shoved the file shut. “I was trying to reach you but I didn’t know how. I’m about to lose my license over this. I don’t know how it happened, but we infused you with the wrong sperm.”
The words didn’t land all at once. My brows furrowed, my mouth went dry, and I leaned back in the chair as if that extra inch would make sense of it. “What are you talking about? What do you mean wrong sperm?”
He dragged a hand down his face, his eyes darting toward the door. “It was a mix-up at the lab. I-”
The door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall. I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat.
“Where is she?” The voice was deep, sharp, and filled with authority that made me pause in place.
In walked the hottest man I’d ever seen in my life.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, built like every dangerous fantasy I’d sworn off.
His dark hair was swept back in careless perfection, his jaw was cut sharp enough to draw blood, and his eyes, cold grey and piercing, scanned the room like he owned it.
The black suit clung to him.
Five other men in matching suits followed him in.
Before I could speak, he crossed the space in three strides, grabbed Dr. Willis by the collar, and pinned him to the wall like he weighed nothing. “Where is she?”
The doctor’s voice cracked. “T-there ..” His trembling hand pointed straight at me.
The man dropped him without looking back and headed toward me. My breath caught as his shadow fell over me.
“What are you-?” My voice cut off as he lifted me like I weighed nothing, setting me down on the padded examination bed.
“Who are you? Let me go!” My hands pushed at his chest, but he didn’t move an inch.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted my gown with one hand, not caring that my panties were fully in view, and pressed his palm flat against my stomach.
“She’s carrying my pup,” he said, his gaze locked on my belly before cutting to the doctor. “You’re going to lose your license… and this hospital.”
Dr. Willis’s face crumpled, agony twisting his features as he slumped back against the wall.
Fear, shock, and raw confusion tangled in my chest until I couldn’t tell which was strongest. My pulse was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears.
The man ignored me completely, turning to one of his men. “Prepare her. She moves into the pack house today.”
Before I could protest, two suited men gripped my arms, pulling me up from the bed. I twisted against their hold. “Let me go! What’s happening?”
“Handle her with fucking care,” he growled at them.
They adjusted their grip, but didn’t release me.
I screamed, “Let me go! What is happening?” My voice bounced off the walls.
He stood in the doorway, his stare locked on me for one long, unbroken moment before he turned and walked out, leaving me with nothing but shock.
