Sold as the Alpha King's breeder

Chapter 5 Pregnant for the Alpha

The next few days passed rather quickly, and I was glad they did. Evon continued to claim me night after night until the end of the month. His touches were rough and impersonal as usual, each encounter leaving me more broken than before.

He never spoke more than necessary, and I learned quickly not to resist or show any emotion. Each time he left, I lay there, my body aching and my mind reeling, trying to find a way to endure. The routine became a numbing cycle of survival, my thoughts consumed by a single hope: escape.

Days turned into weeks, and I began to notice changes in my body. My appetite waned, replaced by a constant nausea that left me weak and exhausted. My monthly flow, which had always been regular, was late. At first, I chalked it up to the stress of my situation, but as the days passed and my symptoms worsened, a terrifying thought began to take root.

Could it be? Could I be pregnant?

The thought both thrilled and terrified me. If I was pregnant, it meant I was one step closer to gaining my freedom. But it also meant that I was carrying the child of a man who saw me as nothing more than a breeding tool. The duality of my emotions threatened to overwhelm me, but I knew I had to find out for sure.

A month later, the symptoms became more pronounced. My breasts were tender, and I felt a strange heaviness in my lower abdomen. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but there was one thing I couldn't deny: my wolf was bonding to my stomach. There was the mate bond, but there was another type of bond that I've heard of but never experienced. The mother-to-child bond. It was a bond a woman's wolf would feel if she was pregnant, and right now, I was feeling her, my wolf. The last time I felt her was when I found out that Alpha Evon was my mate. And now?

"Am I--" I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.

To further confirm my assumption, I stood before the mirror in my room and stripped. My breasts were fuller and more tender, and they ached slightly when I touched them. My stomach seemed bloated, but it could have been from the food. When I touched my abdomen, I felt a slight discomfort, though I wasn't certain if it was real or imagined.

I took a step closer to the mirror. I needed one more confirmation. The easiest way for a woman to find out if she's pregnant is by looking into the mirror and calling out her wolf. If her eyes glowed green within 10 seconds, she was pregnant. If they didn't glow green after 10 seconds, she wasn't.

I glanced at the clock to mark the time. As soon as 10 seconds passed, I turned back to the mirror and saw my eyes glowing green. That was when I knew I was indeed pregnant.

My eyes glowed green, it was a clear sign that I was indeed pregnant. A rush of emotions surged through me – relief, fear, hope. I was going to give Alpha Evon an heir and, with it, my freedom.

This was it. I had to find him.

I set out to find him. I moved through the grand halls of the mansion in search of him. As I passed, the maids and guards cast curious glances my way, but I ignored them. This was too important.

I finally found him in one of the grand hallways, talking to a few of his advisors. He looked up as I approached, his expression one of mild annoyance.

Should I go back or should I stay? I wasn't sure.

"What is it, Ayra?" he asked, his tone impatient.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "I have news, Alpha." I said, facing down as I was too scared to meet his gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Well, out with it. I don't have all day."

"I'm pregnant," I said, my voice trembling with a fear.

For a moment, there was silence, but as I lifted up my face, I saw that a slow smile spread across his face.

"Good," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You've done well, Ayra. But remember, your duty doesn't end here. You will carry this child to term, and you will do everything in your power to ensure its health and safety. And it has to be a boy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alpha," I whispered, my heart sinking. I had hoped that this news would bring me some measure of freedom, but it seemed that my captivity was far from over.

He approached me, his hand resting possessively on my stomach. "You belong to me, Ayra. And so does this child. Do not forget that. From now on, I will ensure the maidens give you the utmost attention and care. During this period, you will have anything you request. You are not allowed to undergo any hard work or strain. Your only job is to ensure the health of our child. Do you understand?"

"Yes Alpha," I answered.

"Congratulations Alpha," his advisor said to him.

"Keep that till she bears me a son," he said as he walked away, his advisor following him from behind.

I was pregnant, but my freedom was still a distant dream. I still had a few more months to go, and I had to do everything possible to ensure that I gained my freedom. But at what expense? I had to give him a son.

I thought I would be relieved by this news. My freedom was supposed to be within reach, but instead, I felt a heavy dread. This was meant to be a good thing—I would bear him a son, give the child to him, and gain my freedom. But deep down, I questioned if I could really go through with it. What kind of mother would I be, leaving my own child behind?

Besides that, I could still remember the words he said to me about a month ago. That having a son would be my only ticket to leaving this place, but if I had a girl instead, then I was trapped here.

Now, a new fear unlocked in me. What if I didn't give him a son?