Forced To Have The Alpha's Baby

Chapter 3

~GABRIELLA~

My heart stops beating for a second, time escapes this world, what is time? All I know is that I'm staring into the most beautiful soul-sucking eyes I've ever seen in my entire life.

I'm deep in the ocean. I'm drowning in the waters. I have to be, this feeling isn't normal.

His eyes sweeps over me. It's like he's caressing me with his gaze.

"M-mate." I choke out with a shocked gasp.

And just like that the moment is over. The glass shatters, the water disappears, and time restarts. He looks at me like I'm the ugliest thing he's ever seen, there is hatred and shock swirling in his eyes like a dark whirlpool.

"Who are you?" I ask. I'm desperate to find out more about the man that hates that he's my mate.

He refuses to answer my question; instead he starts to circle me as he takes in more of my features.

What was he doing? It's like he's confused about something, I believe that he's trying to confirm whether or not we're truly mates. It seems as though he doesn't believe it or maybe he doesn't want to believe it.

That's it, isn't it? He hates that we're mates. It shows on his face and it's unmistakable what he really feels about me without knowing anything at all.

I can't stand the way he's looking at me. It's hurtful and extremely disrespectful. He doesn't have to make it look like I'm a huge disappointment to him.

"What is your name?" I shout louder than before, I've had enough of this.

His gaze snaps up to me then and a small gasp escapes my mouth. His eyes are beautiful. It's the first thing that I see and I'm confused as to why I hadn't noticed it before. They're the deepest blue I've ever seen on any male before and they capture me like an animal trapped in a cage. My body trembles at the power that one stare alone has on me. I'm not used to feeling this vulnerable and suddenly I want to run and hide.

"Arthur." He snarls. His voice is sharp and I jump a little, startled by finally hearing him speak. His voice is deep and it sparks a desire deep in my belly. I’m angry by my own reaction to a man that would never want me.

He never takes his eyes away from me and I don't ever want him to. My gaze travels lower down his body and another gasp escapes my mouth.

The tattoo on his chest stands out then.

And suddenly it all makes sense. The hate in his eyes, the angry snare, the full regret. Arthur is a Blackner . . . Of course he is. I knew the name Arthur Blackner well.

He hates me. He hates me because he was taught to hate me.

My mate . . . is a Blackner?

Just my luck. I should have expected something like this. What else should I expect after all of the bad luck I've had since a child? My own parents threw me away and left me to die in the middle of the forest, so of course I would be gifted a mate that hated my guts.

Suddenly, I want to laugh, I want to cry, I want to scream. But I do none of these things; instead I harden my gaze and return his snare. I would not be weak for a man that would never want me. I grew up without parents and I could survive without a mate.

"You're a Blackner." I say smoothly.

His eyes look surprised that I already knew this detail about him but he still doesn't answer me.

Now it was my time to try and understand what was happening here. Did Gideon already know that I was Arthur's mate? Did he bring me here so that they could get rid of me? I've heard stories about them; they killed their mates even if they had to. At first I'd thought that it was just a rumor. I believed that they hated their mates but to actually kill them . . . That's insane.

Now, standing in front of Arthur I couldn't help but wonder if that was my faith today. But if that was the case then why did he act so surprised when he first saw me? He acted like he didn't expect to find his mate in this room.

Even though I was frightened I was not about to show it to Arthur or his entire family.

I take a seat on his desk and fold my legs. Arthur watches every little movement that I make and I can't help but shiver at just the thought of it alone. "Did you bring me here to kill me?"

Arthur doesn't even blink at my question. He wants to scare me some more with his lethal gaze but something about him makes me feel safe.

I'm confused at my own feelings. I was scared just a few seconds ago. Now I'm suddenly feeling protected? I blame the mate bond. It was making me think the impossible.

"Why do you think that you're here so that we can kill you?" he asked. "If we wanted you dead, you would be already."

My lips press tightly together as I try to figure out what exactly these people wanted to do with me if not kill me. His father had said that I had something to offer them that not much people could. I had nothing. Then what could they possibly want from me?

Unless they wanted to use me to steal something for them. That would make sense in a way. Gideon must already know about my stealing ways.

But still, they had people that could do that job easily for them. So why me?

I turn my attention back to the man that would have all of the answers that I was seeking.

"Why am I here?" I hiss.

"You'll find out soon enough."

I narrow my eyes and lift myself off the desk in one bold move. I don't show any signs of fear as I approach him.

"Tell me." I insist. "I want to know why you and your people took time out of your day to kidnap me when there is nothing that I have to offer to you."

He looks uncomfortable by my closeness, his hands are in tight fists to his sides and his body is slightly shaking.

"TELL ME!"

I gasp as his hands grip my waist tightly. Almost immediately my body is filled with emotions that are so powerful that I think I'm about to lose my mind from it.

He has me up against the wall now and we're both going a dangerous staring contest. One second passes, then another . . . And another. Finally he opens his mouth and I'm not prepared for the words that come out of him. "You're here to have my baby."