Chapter 7 Pregnant for Him

I felt a knot form in my stomach as Alpha Devon laid out his proposal. The idea of bearing the child of an Alpha, only to have it share the same fate as those born to slaves—ignored and rightless—was a bitter pill to swallow. I knew too well the fate of such children, and the thought of my own possibly facing the same neglect was distressing.

"Why me?" The question escaped my lips before I could weigh it, revealing the turmoil inside me.

Devon's gaze met mine, intense and probing. "You are unique," he said, his voice a calm contrast to the storm of emotions raging within me. "Others have failed to carry my heir. My doctor believes I need someone with exceptional fertility, like you."

His words were a heavy weight, anchoring me to a destiny I never asked for. I was the last of the Crescent Pack, a lineage known for its fertility, and that made me his target.

"But you already have a son," I said, a desperate attempt to remind him of his existing ties, to deflect his attention, to protect the shred of autonomy I feared losing.

"Jim?" He dismissed the thought with a scoff. "He's not of my blood. I need a true heir."I need a child of my own to inherit my pack."

He needs a woman who is healthy and fertile. No, what he may need is a womb, a vessel for his seed to grow in.

I feel sad, I do not want to be a vessel, I do not want my womb to be used.

"But children born to slaves have no inheritance." I thought the kindly reminder would change his mind, but he was adamant.

"That's not something you should think about." He said a little impatiently, "You ask too many questions, girl."

"I'm sorry, Master." I said, sensing that he was growing uneasy, and I thought I would try to keep my remarks to a minimum.

"If you succeed in giving birth to my child, I will not only release you from slavery,but also set you free." His words were full of temptation, "So you want to make a deal with me?"

The thought of my body being used as a breeding tool filled me with shame and defiance. I was but a slave, and Alpha Devon held the power to determine my fate.

He chose me only because I was the last of the werewolves of the Crescent Pack. His words made me think of my father, who told me on his deathbed that the Crescent Pack had been framed. Our Alpha had not rebelled, and our men were innocent.

Only when I gain my freedom will I be able to unearth the truth for my father!

It was a chance for me to be free as long as I was pregnant and had a baby. But what if I failed to conceive? Would he punish me?

"You have three seconds to think." He said and raised a finger, "One, two."

"Yes.." When he counted to three, I quickly agreed, "I do."

"Very good." He gave me a satisfied smile and slowly moved towards me, his hot, wine-scented breath tickling my face.

"I don't want too many people to know what we just talked about." His hand pressed gently against my chest as I gasped for air., "Can you keep this a secret, girl?"

"I... I think..." I swallowed, his intense eyes fixed on mine, their captivating gaze ready to ensnare me.

"Answer me." The commanding tone of his voice overwhelmed me..

"Yes.." I felt my breath catch, "I'll keep this a secret."

"Keep in mind ." he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, "It's our secret."

One of his fingers hooked into the gap between the buttons of my shirt, and then his fingers traced a gentle circle between my breasts, and for an instant I felt as if my body were being electrocuted and every cell in my body was pulsing with electricity.

"Is it now?" Is he trying to impregnate me now? Oh, my God. But I was not ready for that.

"I'll have you, but not now." With one hand, he unbuttoned my shirt, one, two, three, until my white bra appeared in the middle.

I bit my bottom lip nervously. What the hell was he going to do?

His lips graze my earlobe, "Tell me, are you a virgin?"

My hands gripped the sofa tightly, the first time I had ever been this intimate to a man. I felt nervous and flustered, and my heart rate increased. His hand crept up my shirt, and I felt my stomach tighten, unable to speak.

"Tell me."he demanded.

"Yes," my voice barely audible, like a mosquito's.

"If I find out you're lying, I'll punish you." His tall body pressed against mine, forcing me to lean my head on the arm of the couch. He looked down at me with predatory eyes.

"I swear, I'm telling the truth." I turned my head away from him.

"Maybe I should check if you're lying." He stared at me, then ran his other hand down my lower abdomen.

As his hand closed between my legs, I instinctively tightened mine. His hand lingered on the lower end of my lower abdomen.

"Please, don't." I was on the point of tears.

He looked at me calmly for a few seconds, then brushed the tears from my eyes with his fingers, his movements gentle but devoid of emotion.

"Remember, you can never say no to your master." He said.

"Yes, Master." I choked out.

He continued, "Next time, when I really need you, I want you to behave."

How should I behave? I was confused, but could only nod in agreement.

"Look at you." He pulled his body away from mine, "You're a virgin."

I stared at him in bewilderment. Was this his way of testing me?

"You need to be taught." He stood up still looking down at me, "I've never seen a girl react so clumsily."

I've never seen an Alpha as cruel as you. But I swallowed the words lodged in my throat, convinced that uttering them would only invite his wrath..

"It's too late, you should rest." "You can sleep here tonight," he said while picking up his coat from beside the couch.

The door closed, and his figure disappeared into the room. That was my only relief. I scrambled to my feet and locked the door.

When I finally got into bed, I stared at the ceiling chandelier and contemplated.

Surrogate. From now on, I am Alpha Devon's secret surrogate. I took a deep breath.

If this was the only option, then let it be.