The Alpha and his Contracted Baby Mama

Pregnant and abandoned.

Cassandra

I gasped and let the pregnancy test stick clatter to the floor. Still, the sign did not change. It still showed positive, meaning that I was pregnant. Covering my hands with my mouth, I stared at my terrified face in the mirror.

How could I have been so careless?

Two weeks ago, I had had s*x with a stranger without protection, and now I am pregnant. Sighing, I leaned against the wall. My black hair was slipping off from my two ponytails, and my face looked even paler than usual. My brown eyes had even lost their shine ever since I started getting the pregnancy symptoms.

I knew I had to find Zane and tell him about this. But how could I even find him when I know nothing about him in this big city? For all I know, he could have even been visiting this city and by now,he could have gone back to wherever he came from. Panic bubbled up in my throat, threatening to choke me.

"No, don't panic. Don't panic." I whispered, slowly walking out of my small bathroom to my bedroom. "I can't panic. I just have to find him somehow."

Since I had no way of reaching those men he was with back at the bar, the only card I had left was his name. Zane Dorsey. My boss had said he and the men he was with were important, so searching up his name should give me a way to reach him, at least.

Grabbing my phone with a pounding heart, I searched up his name. A couple of profiles popped up, with different pictures of some random men and volleyball players. But I could not find a single thing that related to the man I was searching for. My thumbs typed and scrolled for hours, till there were tears of frustration in my eyes, but I found nothing.

Throwing my phone away, I buried my head in my hand and sobbed.

The next few days, I discreetly asked around, looking for something, anything that could lead me to him. I even asked my boss, trying to see if he knew anything about him. But I still got nothing. After a while, it was evident that I would not find him.

I just knew too little of him for it to lead anywhere. So, after so much panic and fear, I finally resigned myself to this new life ahead of me. Rubbing my still flat belly, I stared around at the bar. This was my only source of income. And even with this, I still struggled to pay my own bills and put food on the table.

Now I had to provide for my baby as well.

I was very worried, rightly so, but if this was my destiny, I would gladly accept it and try my best.

The next few months went in a whirlwind of me trying to work hard and save up as much money as possible to pay for the few pregnancy drugs I was able to afford. I could not afford to go for antenatal checks regularly, so I just ate healthily and tried not to put myself under too much stress.

As my belly grew very large, I grew concerned because I could no longer work. I had to lay in bed for long periods of time because it felt like all the energy in my body had been depleted.

I didn't feel sick, so there was no cause for alarm. But there was cause for alarm when I woke up in the middle of the night with contractions that felt so strong and painful. I had not expected my delivery to catch me off guard, but thankfully, a neighbor was able to drive me and my bag of meagre belongings to the clinic.

The pain was nothing like I have ever felt before. I could not pay for an epidural, and other painkillers, so I had to do it all natural. I was on the verge of passing out when I heard the sharp cry of a newborn echoing through the room.

"The baby's out!" A nurse announced.

I sagged back in relief, only to be shocked when another violent contraction racked through my body. I screamed, holding on to the bed desperately. I was wondering what in the world was going on when a nurse exclaimed,

"There's another baby, we need you to push, Miss, now!!"

There was no time to process my shock, my body was already gearing up to contract again. I just let out the most guttural scream ever, and pushed till the baby slid out of me. I collapsed, definitely on the verge of passing out this time.

I was crying when the nurses placed my twin babies on my chest, because I knew I would never be able to take care of both of them all on my own. They were so beautiful, special and adorable. With blue eyes that looked just like their father's.

So it was with tears that I came to the decision to give one of the babies to an orphanage home, as soon as we were discharged from the hospital.

A few days later, I arrived at the gate of an orphanage on the other part of the city. I chose this one because I could not handle the thought of giving one of my babies to an orphanage close to where I lived or worked. I could never live with that.

I sniffed, trying to hold back my devastated tears. I never knew it would be this painful to let go. Once I crossed this gate, I would be coming back out with only one child.

I took one last look at the baby I would be giving to the orphanage. It was the boy. I chose to give him out because he would be less vulnerable than his twin sister.

"Ma'am?" A voice startled me. It was a man, staring at the babies in my hold. "Do you need anything?"

I held my babies closer, realizing there was no way I could leave any one of them here. I shook my head frantically and backed away. "No, I-I was just passing…"

Stumbling away from there, tears escaped my eyes at the mistake I almost made.