The Alpha's Promised Mate

Our Baby

Rachel

My stomach was hurting, and my thighs felt hot like something was burning there.

I moaned softly as I opened my eyelids and realized I was somewhere different. Instead of the harsh and trashy dungeon where I had always been, I found myself in a neat and fancy infirmary.

The last thing I remembered was fainting. I couldn't eat that morning; I had a low appetite and kept vomiting. Before I could understand what was happening to me, I grew tired and blacked out.

The physician walked in, and I quickly closed my eyes tightly. I didn't want him to know that I was awake because he might call the guards who would take me back to that nasty and malevolent cell room.

He walked up to me and checked my pulse. I heard him hum, and I tightly closed my eyes.

"I see you are awake now…" he said, and I slowly opened my eyes. His face looked kind, and he had a smile on his face.

I faked a cough and sat upright. "How did you know I was awake?" I asked, and he laughed.

"You made it so obvious. Just so you know, you're a very bad actress," he said, and I looked down, quite embarrassed.

"What happened to me? I lost consciousness this morning," I told him.

The physician nodded. "Yes. I ran a few tests, and the results are out."

"What is wrong with me, doctor? Am I very ill? Well, you can't blame me. My dungeon is hell on earth. I wonder why I haven't died there up till now. It's a big miracle. That place is such a killer. Nobody would have survived there in less than a month." I stated truthfully.

"I agree," the physician replied, nodding his head. "It's really a miracle that you didn't die… nor did your baby die," he added, and my heart jumped.

"Baby?" I asked, and he faced me, nodding his head.

I looked around, thinking he was referring to someone else, but the only other person in my ward was a little girl.

"What baby? That baby?" I asked, pointing at the little girl who was fast asleep.

The physician laughed and shook his head. "No… This baby," he said, pointing at my stomach.

My eyes blinked twice. "What baby are you talking about?" I asked, my voice serious and hard.

"Your baby, Rachel. You are two months pregnant," he uttered.

I couldn't hold in my shock anymore, and I began to hiccup loudly.

"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly, trying to pat my back.

"No!" I yelled, "Don't touch me. What are you saying? What are you talking about? How can I be pregnant?" I yelled. "I can't even remember my first kiss, and now I'm pregnant?"

This must be a big fat lie. A conspiracy cooked up by Brandon. I've never had s*x. I'm still a virgin, so how can I be pregnant?

"You know what, I would rather show you the results. Wait a minute," he said and turned.

I watched as he walked up to the door, and as he was about to open it, the door got pushed from the other side, and my eyes fell on Brandon walking in, with Dennis and some guards.

I gasped in fear and laid back on the bed. My heart was racing, and I was breathing so fast. I wondered what they would do if the physician repeated what he just told me.

I was sure they would believe it and have me killed, thinking I had fun while the former Luna was being mourned after her death.

"You can leave us…" Brandon told the men, and they all walked away, including the physician.

"You too, Dennis," Brandon said, and Dennis nodded before leaving.

"I can see you are fully awake now," Brandon whispered as he walked up to my bed.

I swallowed hard as I sat upright. "Alpha Brandon…" My voice trailed off.

"I heard the news," he muttered, staring at my stomach.

I gasped, gnashed my teeth, and folded my arms, covering my stomach with them.

"They are all lies. Don't believe what that man says. I'm not sure he's a physician," I said quickly.

I noticed the drastic change in Brandon's eyes. They darkened, and he looked angry. My eyes went down as I swallowed again, nervously.

"I'm sorry…. I…"

"Well, it's not a lie. You are indeed pregnant," he interrupted me.

I gasped loudly and looked at him with my eyes wide open.

"Preg… Pregnant? It's impossible. I didn't do anything. I don't remember doing anything with any man. I swear, you have to believe me," I said, as tears escaped from my eyes.

"Well, I do believe you are pregnant. The news is spreading like wildfire that the Luna who killed the former Luna is pregnant with her mate's child. She is carrying the future King Alpha," he muttered with a deep tone.

"But I…" I swallowed and couldn't say anything more. I was already frustrated and felt like nothing was going to help.

"You are pregnant with my child, Rachel," I heard him say, and my heart started pounding.

Slowly, I raised my eyes to him and then let out a whisper.

Brandon said nothing. He simply stared at me.

"How? We… we never did anything. We haven't done anything. What are you trying to do?" I asked softly, my brows furrowed in confusion.

He smirked and stood up, almost circling the bed on which I was lying.

"It's your fault, Rachel," he spat.

"My fault? I don't understand what you're talking about," I said quickly, defending myself.

"That night before you were arrested for the murder of my mother, do you remember what you did to me?" he questioned.

"What did I do?" I repeated, getting even more confused.

He began, "You requested to drink with me. At first, I declined, but you were insistent on having that drink."

Brandon continued, "One thing led to another, and we ended up having more drinks than usual."

That was when the memories started coming back to me. I was getting a hang of the whole situation since I was recalling every moment of that night.

"I'm sure you now know the whole story. It's not something I wish to talk about. The scene still plays in my head, and it's so disturbing and disgusting. It's all your fault, Rachel," he said again, anger evident in his voice.

My eyes widened as the whole scene played again. How we got drunk and then proceeded to have a hot and deep kiss.

We eventually went to bed and had s*x. That was my first time, and it was Brandon's first as well.

"Oh no!" I exclaimed in shock.

"I guess you remember everything now," he scoffed.

"So, what are we going to do now? What?" I asked quickly, my voice shaky and depressed.

"What?" he questioned.

"This!" I replied. "What are we going to do about this?" I asked, pointing at my stomach.

"We are going to keep it," he said abruptly and flatly.

I jumped from the bed and gave him a hard look. "We are going to keep it? Then what? What will happen to me? Will I still die? Imagine my baby growing up motherless because his mother was hanged for something she didn't do," I said, shaking my head.

I could feel tears running down my cheeks.

"Then what option do you have?" he demanded his voice filled with rage.

"I would rather kill the baby," I spat.

"What!" he yelled.

"You heard me. I don't want this baby to be mocked for a crime I know nothing about. Can't you see? I'm innocent!" I said.

"Imagine you kill this child. What will people say about me, their Alpha King? Tell me, what will happen to me! They will call me names for agreeing and abetting the murder of an innocent child. And yes, I still believe you are a murderer. I won't be like you, never! I will keep the baby," he snapped, giving me a dangerous glare.

I sniffed and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Will this work?" I asked, my voice trembling and depressed.

"This is what we will do. You shall leave the prison for now and take care of the baby, give birth to it, and take care of it. However, you will not be my mate and wife. It means you will not be the Luna of this pack. You, Rachel Black, will be a slave instead," he said.

"Sla… Slave?" I stuttered, blinking my eyes quickly.

"Yes," he replied, nodding his head.

Never in my life, not even in my wildest dreams, did I ever think that I would be a slave. It was quite a disgrace to me. It was so disappointing. I thought of my family and the status we had.

My eyes swelled with tears, and they finally fell. Brandon walked away from me and turned to look at me.

"Food will be brought to you soon. Rest when you're done," he said and finally walked away, leaving my sight. "You need all this for the sake of your… I mean, our baby."