Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant For The Enemy Alpha : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Scarlett We were outside in less than five minutes. Cardan walked briskly and I hurried to keep up even as he held me by the hand. When he stopped abruptly, turned, and dipped me back in a lavish heated kiss against the car, I was too stunned to do more than return the kiss with as much fervour. It was a soulwrenching melding of our mouths, full of passion and sweet spontaneity that made my pussy ache. When he straightened me again, I was breathless and dizzy. He resumed our dash to the nearest hotel, one I didn’t catch the name of as he pulled me past the doorman and crossed straight to the elevator. It was clear to me that the property was one of Cardan's even before a manager greeted him by name just before the elevator doors closed.He dropped his duffel on the car floor and busied himself with figuring out how to extricate me from my hoodie. I was almost yielding to his ministrations when the doors opened and I slapped away his hands. I didn't want us to become public spectacle

CardanI had been careful.More careful than I had ever been in my life. The condom had been non-negotiable—I wasn’t about to risk putting a child into this world, not while the Pack still trembled on the edge of instability and infiltration Not with our enemies lurking in the dark, unknown. I had thought the barrier between us would be enough. But I had been unable to keep the beast inside me in check. When the condom tore, I was already too far gone in pleasure to care.But then what happened was more than I bargained for.For a heartbeat, I thought I was imagining it. I wasn’t. The tight, unyielding lock of my cock inside Scarlett was too real. Her body clutched around me, refusing to let me go, and the sickening truth settled in my bones.I had knotted.My breath came ragged, harsh. My hands fisted in the sheets on either side of her head, as though holding on to her, to myself. My entire body was slick with sweat, but it wasn’t the heat that terrified me, it was what this meant.

ScarlettBy the time I reached the hotel, my legs ached and the bags in my hands felt like lead. I was still replaying that glimpse of pink hair over and over in my head, unsure if I was losing my mind or if fate was playing another cruel trick.The moment I stepped into the lobby, I spotted him. My so-called escort.He was standing rigid near the elevators, jaw tight, eyes scanning the crowd like he’d been at war with his own nerves all day. When he saw me, his shoulders dropped, but not in relief but in frustration.“Where the hell have you been?” he hissed under his breath the second I was close enough. “You were supposed to wait for me. Do you have any idea—” He cut himself off, raking a hand down his face. His voice lowered, sharp with tension. “If anything had happened to you…”My stomach knotted. Guilt hit me harder than I expected.I had thought of Cardan’s credit card, of sticking it to him with champagne and silk blouses. I hadn’t once thought about how this man who didn’t ev

Scarlett Cardan found me in the shower the next morning. He walked into the master bath gloriously naked, moving with a sleek confident grace that only shocked me now. Weren't we on silent terms? His hair framed his forehead and face in a sexy disheveled mane, a look that screamed I just got out of bed. Watching the flexing of his muscles as he moved, I didn’t even pretend not to stare at the magnificent package between his legs. Despite the heat of the water, my nipples beaded tight and goose bumps raced across my skin. God, not this again.His secret smile as he joined me told me he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on me. "Hey," I said, taking a deep breath. "What the hell are you doing in here?”Cardan didn’t even flinch at my question. He just leaned back against the tiled wall, water sliding down his chest in lazy rivulets, and regarded me with a bored, almost dry expression.“Last I checked,” he drawled, “this is my house.”My jaw nearly hit the floor.“Last I checked,

CardanThe next morning dawned with an odd surreality. I made it to the gym, and then to most of the day with a kind of chilly fog. I found myself feeling more melancholic than usual.Why couldn’t I control it?Every time I was near her, my mask slipped. The carefully built armour I had forged for years cracked, just from the way she looked at me. Her defiance should have angered me, and it did, but it also set something inside me alight, something I couldn’t name without choking on it.I hated it. I hated her for it. And yet… I couldn’t stay away.I had meant to scare her away by my words, to remind her of the contract, of the chains that bound her to me. That much had been easy. But when she spoke back—when her eyes met mine without faltering, I felt my control unravel. It was like trying to leash a wildfire.Ever since the possibility crept into my mind, the possibility that she might be my mate, nothing had been the same. I had spent my life mastering myself, reigning in my temper,