THE ALPHA'S REJECTED SON

SIGNS

I was about to pick up my clothes when my phone started ringing next to them. I grabbed my phone and glanced at the screen and realized it was my father calling. I couldn’t pick up his call. My hands were trembling out of fear. I ran into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, taking the water in my hand as I used it to wash my face. Angry at myself, I rested my hand on the stall, looking at myself in the mirror. My head was still spinning. I took a quick shower and put on my clothes.

I hired a taxi home, where I met my dad, who was scolding me after paying the taxi fare. My father never scolds me. This is strange. I was looking at the floor, avoiding his gaze as he spoke.

"Look at me when I am talking to you. Where have you been?" he asked in a harsh tone. I gulped and looked up at him.

"Don't tell me you are coming from the hotel." He ranted.

"That's where I am coming from. I was so drunk last night I couldn't find you, so an alpha booked a room in the hotel for me to stay." I lied, hoping he would believe me. He gave me a cold glare before walking closer to me. He lifted my chin and sniffed me.

"You smell funny, almost like a male's fragrance. Don't tell me you slept with one of the alphas," he said. His words pierced right through my heart, but I showered. Why do I still smell like him? Or maybe he was just teasing me. I frowned, crinkling my nose, and he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha," he laughed hard, as water was coming out of his eyes.

"That’s not funny, dad." I said with pouted lips.

"Come on, I was just teasing you. I know you wouldn’t do something like that. You are my little girl and I trust you." He beamed. "Go freshen up and come and meet me. We need to visit the sugar factory." He said, patting my back.

"Okay, dad," I replied and hurried to my room, ignoring my handmaid, Ella, who was calling me to come and taste a smoothie she made for me.

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Two months had passed, and I couldn't stop thinking about that night I slept with Logan. I was longing to be touched and held by him again. I loved the way he handled me, and I wanted him to have s*x with me again. I have become chubby and feel the need to eat a lot, sometimes even throw up. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel like I am not myself anymore.

I feel nauseous most of the time, and sometimes I will just eat and sleep throughout the whole day, not going out with my father to perform the duties of an alpha. He will always visit me every night to scold me, and I will tell him I am having a fever. I have been avoiding seeing the pack doctor for days, and I keep sending her away when she comes to see me.

I walked out of my room to join my family for dinner. They were all dining together, with Ella serving food for them. I avoided my mother’s gaze and sat next to my father, who was already eating. We weren’t allowed to talk at the dining table. His beta joined us and also some other warriors. I swallowed my saliva as my gaze landed on the large turkey that was in front of me, and it was bringing out steam.

I grabbed a knife and fork from the table and started cutting through the turkey and putting the slices into the dish in front of me. I started eating at a fast pace. I wanted more. The turkey was burning and also sweet on the tongue. Suddenly, I started feeling nauseous. I tried to hold back the puke, but I couldn’t. It wanted to come out of my mouth.

Ella stood behind me like she understood what was going on. I used my hand to cover my mouth as it got worse. It wanted to force its way out of my system. I got up from my seat and started running out of the dining table to my room. I heard footsteps behind me and saw Ella running after me.

I dashed into my room, pushing the door open as I ran to my bathroom and started throwing up in the sink. As strands of my hair started falling on my face, I was fighting with my blonde hair as I continued throwing up uncontrollably, and I knew I was still hungry. Someone stood beside me and held my hair up for me as I continued throwing up. I saw the person's clothes and realized it was Ella.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to call the pack doctor?" She asked in a concerned tone.

"No, don’t call her," I said and started coughing. I was feeling a little dizzy. She turned on the tap and water started pouring into the puke and flushed it away. She put my hair down, letting it fall on my back.

"I think I know what is wrong with you. You are pre..." I cut in before she could complete her speech. I turned to look at her with a serious face.

"I am not pregnant. Don’t get the wrong idea; I am just a little sick and that’s all." I told her with a serious face. She folded her hands behind her stomach, staring at me. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped.

"But you need to..." I cut in.

"Don't say another word. I don’t want to hear the word pregnant come out of your mouth again and don’t ever say it, even in front of my parents, or I will get you fired." I threatened, pointing at her with my index finger. Her shoulders fell to the ground as she took a step back, feeling threatened. She was my best friend, but I couldn’t believe she thought I was pregnant. What the heck? I was still feeling nauseous. She started walking away in an attempt to walk out of my room. She reached for the door and grabbed the doorknob, turning back to look at me.

"Your mother is on her way to see you." She told me.

"I don’t want to see her. You come here." I said to her, and she walked back to me.

"Alright, I am going to listen to you, but how can I know that I am pregnant without consulting the pack doctor? I don’t want anyone to know about this," I told her.

"You can get a pregnancy dipstick." She told me.

"What’s is that?" I inquired.

"It’s what pregnant women use to find out when they are pregnant; humans use it a lot." She explained, "All you need to do is dip it in your urine, and if it shows two red lines, it means you are pregnant." She added.

"A-Are you sure?" I asked her. I can’t believe we are having such a disgusting conversation, but I also can’t be pregnant with a dirtbag like Logan. I knew we didn’t use protection and that was a dumb thing, but I couldn’t be pregnant after one night. No! I thought my past mistakes would be corrected, but they're coming back to haunt me, and it hurts.

"Go and get it for me." I said. "There is money in my drawer," I added. She nodded with a weak smile and exited the bathroom. I turned back to the mirror as the water slowly dripped down my face.

I waited in my room, pacing, waiting for Ella. I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled. Ella entered the room with a small polythene bag in her hand. She moved closer to me and handed it to me.

"Go and try it. I will be here waiting for you." She told me with a faint smile. I forced a smile, although I was terrified inside. I opened the bag and stared at the dipstick. I gulped. I can’t be doing this. I hope I am not pregnant. I can’t be pregnant with that monster’s child. I need to make sure this is just my imagination. I can’t drag my parents' names through the mud. I took out the dipstick that was in the box and opened it. I held the tiny dipstick that was in my hand and blinked my eyes.

"Please don’t have second thoughts, just do it quickly. I will be on the lookout." Ella said, encouraging me. I looked up at her.

"Whatever happens, please don’t tell anyone, keep this between us." I said, and she nodded in agreement.

"Go! Go!" she said, pestering me to go. I got up from my bed with my legs shaking and took a deep breath. I dashed into the bathroom and waited for a few minutes. I peed and shoved the dipstick into my urine. I closed my eyes in fear and horror.

The dipstick beeped, making my heart clench. My stomach flipped. It was just a one-night stand. It shouldn’t lead to anything more. I opened my eyes to look at the result when my mom made her way into the bathroom and snatched the dipstick from me in a swift motion and stared at it in awe. It fell from her hand.

"Oh my god!" She screamed, covering her face with her hand and her mouth wide open.

"What's wrong, mom?" I asked, seeing at the fear in her eyes. I picked up the dipstick and glanced at it. I didn't understand what it was saying because it was the first time I had seen it.

"You are pregnant, Sage." "You are f*****g pregnant!" She repeated it in a shaky voice. Her words were like a thunderclap and I didn't know how to react. My heart dropped to my stomach as I saw the tears in her eyes.

"How did this happen, honey? How did you get pregnant? With whom did you have s*x? If your father finds out, he is going to kill you." She whimpered with her lips trembling.

"I am not pregnant. This dipstick is faulty," I said, and tossed it on the floor. I can't be pregnant for Logan if my father finds out that I will be a lump of dead meat.

"I am not sure about that, honey. You are pregnant. I have been watching you for days and I think you are pregnant for real. You have to accept it." She said.

"Shut up mom! I am not pregnant. You are saying all this because you hate me!" I screamed at her, releasing all my rage at her.

"Hush honey, keep your voice down. I am sure there must be a misunderstanding. I will call the pack doctor to come check up on you." She said, removing my hand from my hair.

"Don’t call anyone here a witch. You are not the boss of me. You are not going to disgrace me in front of my father." I said in a shaky voice and grabbed her shoulder, trying to push her out of my room.

"Get out of here, you evil woman." I screamed at her and pushed her out of my bathroom, shutting the door with my back against the door, taking short, shallow breaths as my eyes wandered to the dipstick on the floor. I didn’t want to cry. I can’t let her break me. She is just lying. She doesn’t want me to be the alpha and I can see it. She is frustrated that she couldn’t get pregnant after getting married to my father. She wants her child to be the next alpha and not me. I won’t fall for her pretense. She is an asshole.

I banged on the bathroom door. "Go away! I know you are still there, and don’t you dare tell my dad about this!" I screamed at her.

"I... honey, I..." she pursed her lips.

"Shut up, b***h! Leave me alone and get the f**k out. Stop acting like you care!" I exclaimed, closing my eyes, and starting to cry as I slipped to the floor and fell to the cold bathroom floor. I started crying. This can’t be happening. I can’t be pregnant.