Chapter 57

• I'm Pregnant
• ALPHA ZACHARY She didn't just do that! I mean, no one would ever dare to do that. No one! Not even her, one of my pack chefs. The problem was that she wasn't just a pack chef. She was Haera and she was more to me than I could understand. But she has to be punished for making me look like a ninnyhammer. I watched her walk away from me after she said her bit leaving me standing like a total idiot. I stood on the same spot like a fucking tree as she sauntered away towards the maid's quarters and I didn't do anything to stop her. She just insulted me both with her words and actions. Haera wouldn't get away with it. I wouldn't let her. I wouldn't embrace her insult like a cowardly fool. I was the Alpha and she has to treat me as such. The anger I felt when I saw my brother kissing her forehead was new to me or not. I had been feeling such anger ever since he saved her that night. I still couldn't get rid of it because I saw them together every damn night like secret lovers. That didn't sit well with me. I didn't want that and even though Serge was acting like he didn't care about Haera's growing relationship with Tybalt, I could feel his true feelings like they were mine. Technically, his feelings are mine too but we have had our differences these past few days. "We aren't that different. I'm just telling you the glaring truth. I see no point in watching both of them every night." Serge said. He was wise but being wise couldn't help the emotions that flowed through my body like blood anytime I saw Haera with my brother. Haera was obviously enjoying the attention she was getting from Tybalt just like every other maid I knew right from the day I arrived in the pack. Tybalt was getting to her and I could sense her eagerness to see him again every time she was in close proximity with me even when she served my food at the dining hall. And my brother.... Tybalt was winning as always. I had commanded Alan to monitor his movements but my brother always managed to sneak past Alan's watchful eyes like the sneaky bastard he was. Who was I kidding? I was the illegitimate child, not Tybalt. Tybalt and Haera! The both of them had suddenly become a bone in my neck. My brother spent the night in the kitchen with her, tasting the food that was meant for me and me alone. It was my kitchen! It was my food! And the chef was mine! "Do you understand what you are saying? I will count that as one of your many meaningless chatters." Serge said, fueling my fury more than he should have. "Tell me you don't feel this emotion that is creeping all over my body! Say it, Serge!" I lashed out at my wolf through our link, channeling my outrage on him as I walked back to my chambers after I finally decided to leave the corridor. "I won't deny your accusations. They are true but I'm trying so hard to be the rational part of you. I'm thinking about our poor and innocent mate or have you forgotten you vowed not to be like our father?" "Don't! Don't compare me to him because I will never be like him." I growled angrily, blocking my wolf out like I always do whenever he said the right things at the wrong time. Serge was also making me look like the most stupid Alpha ever just like Haera and my brother had been doing. They were all playing with my mental health. They would pay for this. Tybalt and Haera would have to pay for this! Haera? Haera was undoubtedly getting punished for disrespecting me. I thought about how to punish her the next day as I drew closer to my chamber. I would do anything to serve Haera the punishment she had brought upon herself... Anything! "How are you different from the three maids that abused their powers? You deserved every word she said to you an-" Serge invaded my mind when I let the barrier between us drop mistakenly. "I've been warning you, Serge. Stop comparing me with lowlife people. I'm not my father and I'm an Alpha, not a maid!" I barked at my wolf. He was infuriating me and I hated him at that moment for being right again because he succeeded in making me stupid once again. I thought about Serge's statement and another emotion partially replaced my anger. Confusion set in as I wondered how an omega wolf could heal as fast as Haera did the last time she was severely injured by the maids I banished. The response she gave me at the dining hall the day after wasn't what I was anticipating. I wasn't even expecting to see her serving my food that day but she did that and more as if nothing happened to her. I was utterly confused. Omega's take days and months to heal depending on the seriousness of their injury but there was Haera who was an Omega too, healing overnight despite the grave wounds she sustained that night. "She might have taken some-" "Shut up Serge. I don't need your wise opinions. I can handle this myself!" I cut my wolf off as anger returned in ten folds to take over my mind. I was losing my mind, body, and soul to that dreadful emotion. I made sure the guards patrolling the palace saw me as I walked to my chamber. I did it without any intention but I just did it to unnerve them. They didn't see me leave but they saw me going back into my chamber. I slammed my door forcefully and right when I thought I could finally be free of everyone's presence in my comfort zone, I perceived the scent of my mate. The scent always reminded me of the annoying but unforgettable chef- Haera. I would have forgotten my anger the moment I perceived it but the fact that I was mad at Haera didn't make me succumb to the power of that scent. It made me angrier...if that was possible. "I have been waiting for you, Alpha." Ilvira purred seductively behind the screen that she had used to demarcate my bedroom from other areas of my chamber. I grunted before I proceeded to fold the screen that I hardly use. I was still irritated but all that departed from me when I laid my eyes on Ilvira. I sucked in harsh breaths at the beautiful form, lying on my bed in nothing but her birthday suit. She was naked. My mate was naked and she was smelling delicious like....like, oh my goodness! Her scent intruded on all my senses, capturing and rising all the bones that made me a man...her man...her mate. Ilvira scented luscious like the amber-eyed chef that made me want to rip my brother apart more than anything else. Haera. Her sweet voice and her beauty that had recently begun to glow under those pimples. "I didn't meet you when I arrived so I made myself comfortable. You don't mind, do you?" I heard the woman on my bed y to me but her voice was so faint compared to the voice I was hearing in my head...the voice that was living rent-free in my head. Haera. I stood still and my eyes roamed Ilvira's naked body but my mind remained elsewhere. The swell of her breast was calling for my attention but my brain remained with the chef. Haera. My eyes darkened just as my breath quickened when Ilvira raised her left foot in a calculating manner only to bring it to my clothed but growing groin. My right hand shot out, wrapped around Ilvira's ankle, guiding it and using it to massage my penis softly. Just like that. Just like that. Haera. Pleasure rode through me when Ilvira pressed her feet a little harder against my protrusion like the seductress she was. No words were said and my mate continued her pleasurable exploration as she brought her fingers down to her soft and dripping opening below her waistline. Ilvira drove one finger into herself at first and not for once did her eyes shift away from mine as she moaned. I haven't touched her but Ilvira was already panting, begging me to relieve her. I saw desire flicker in the eyes that weren't the same amber color as Haera's Haera. Everything Ilvira performed didn't take my mind off Haera and something kept chanting her name inside my head. I knew it wasn't my wolf but it was still there nonetheless. My mate rose from the bed when she noticed that I wasn't coming to her. Ilvira knelt on my bed before she dragged herself toward me. The moment she touched my face with her hands, I gasped, throwing my head to the back and away from her tender grasp. "What........." Ilvira spoke but I didn't hear her words. Her lips were moving but another voice filled my ears and brain. Haera. The last words Haera said to me in the corridor flooded my mind. The words took total control of me and I allowed it. I trapped Ilvira's face in a tight grip but she only purred in return, thinking I was finally about to make love to her. My mate was blinded by desire that she didn't see nor sense the fire of rage burning in my eyes. "Yes, Alpha. Take me roughly." Ilvira murmured and that was exactly what I did. I took her roughly. I brought her mouth to mine forcefully and I ravished her mouth, sucking and biting her tongue in the process. Ilvira tried to wrap her arms around my neck but I was quick to capture both of her hands in one of mine, holding them above her head before pushing her body back to my bed. "Oh, I didn't know you were kinky, Alpha." Ilvira cooed before I shut her mouth with mine again. I didn't make love to Ilvira that night. I fucked her. I fucked her with my mouth when I sucked her nipple like a starved child but I wasn't hungry... I was angry. I fucked Ilvira when I fingered her roughly against the headboard of my bed. She screamed and moaned though fully obliged to my selfish need to use her body as a means of alleviating my rage. I fucked my mate when I licked and ate her pussy out, leaving red angry bites on her laps and outer walls. Ilvira merely pushed and pressed herself against me asking for more. I gave it to her... Harder. When I couldn't hold on anymore, I pushed my groin into her like a savage beast as I pressed her face to the bed, taking her from behind. I didn't ask my mate if she was ready to take me. I took her regardless. I didn't question Ilvira if I was too hard on her. I went harder regardless. Serge was protesting but I did it anyway. Ilvira's screams and moans of pleasure could be heard throughout the pack because I made sure my force drove her insane. Every thrust Every slam. Every move Every touch. Everything I did was rough and she loved it. I could tell by the way she pushed me for more. "More." She had said somewhere in the middle of what she assumed to be a lovemaking session and I could tell she meant it with every fiber of bone in her. The pattern continued with the same sequence for a while before my thrust became sloppy. Ilvira had cum twice so she had no problem when I finished, emptying my seeds into her. "T-that was t-he best, Al-pha..." Ilvira stammered as she tried to inhale to make up for the breath she lost. She loved it and I didn't feel guilty for using her to release my pent-up frustrations. I also breathed in, taking in the smell of sex, sweat, and that of my mate. Everything smelled just the way it should....all except one. That shouldn't be happening. "Why have you been distant lately?" Ilvira asked. I swallowed my questions as she curled up against me. I held her as I thought about how to respond. Serge wouldn't forgive me if I said the wrong words to our mate. I knew my wolf was fuming but I also knew he would get over it. "I noticed you have made it your hobby to leave your room in the middle of the night. Where have you been going to or who have you been visiting?" What? She noticed? I couldn't let Ilvira know about what I had been up to yet I couldn't blame myself for wanting to be near Haera as the days go by because somehow her scent was getting stronger and more attractive to me while Ilvira's natural scent was fading. Strange. I didn't answer her question. Instead, I made the situation about her, questioning my mate about my observations about her scent. "That isn't important. Why I need to know is why your scent has been fading. I can barely perceive you these days." I stated bluntly. Even Serge had called my attention to our mate's scent. It was more than strange. I had intended to ask Ilvira and she presented the perfect time to make my inquiries. Ilvira's body tensed and she inhaled harshly. She remained quiet for some minutes and afterward, she chipped in something that made me the happiest Alpha in the woodlands, as well as the saddest one anyone could ever meet. "It can't be!" My mate exclaimed, turning to face me. I waited for her to clear the air. "Am I pregnant?" She asked, gasping loudly at me. The dilemma set in, clouding all of my senses.