Impregnated By The Female Alpha

Chapter 38: Failed Plan

As Liam left Anastasia’s room, a radiant smile graced his lips, illuminating his features with an unmistakable glow of happiness.

His heart danced with joy, buoyed by the overwhelming love he felt for Anastasia, his fate.

His chosen one.

His fated mate.

Every moment he spends in her presence feels like a gift, a precious treasure to be cherished and savored.

As he made his way down the hallway, thoughts of Anastasia filled his mind, her soothing feminine voice echoing like sweet music in his ears.

He could not wait to show her just how much she meant to him, to shower her with affection and devotion.

Only if he could confront her and let her know about who he actually is.

With a skip in his step, he eagerly made his way to the kitchen, his mind already spinning with ideas for the perfect lunch to delight his beloved Anastasia.

She asked for a steak again, it’s her favorite but Liam makes sure to prepare it differently each time.

But as he neared the kitchen, his ears caught the faint sound of voices drifting from another room, a hushed conversation that sent a shiver down his spine.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he froze in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest.

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Liam’s curiosity got the best of him as he strained to make out the words, his senses on high alert.

The voices grew louder, more distinct, and suddenly, he realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that it was Scott – Scott, the very person he had hated more than anybody in his entire life.

Dread washed over him like a tidal wave as he contemplated the implications of their clandestine meeting.

What could they possibly mean by affecting her wolf, and why was he talking about it behind closed doors?

Liam’s mind raced with a thousand unanswered questions, each one more troubling than the last.

With a heavy heart, Liam reluctantly tore himself away from the hallways, his thoughts consumed by the unsettling revelation he had stumbled upon.

He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him from within, a nagging sense of foreboding that refused to be ignored.

As he stood by the door, his mind awash with worries and fears, he found solace in the knowledge that no matter what the future held, he would always be there for Anastasia, ready to stand by her side no matter what.

Liam walked even closer to the door of the room from where the sound came from earlier.

Scott stood there angrily talking to his parents who seemed shocked

-Flash Back-

One Month ago, on the same day that Liam was in heat:

Scott sat alone in the dimly lit confines of his room, a singular shaft of moonlight casting eerie shadows across the walls.

The air was heavy with anticipation as he meticulously prepared his concoction, each drop of the purple liquid along with the tiny Violet plant falling like a whispered promise of vengeance.

His hands trembled with a heady mix of nervousness and excitement, his mind consumed by thoughts of obsession over Anastasia.

This was his moment, his chance to win the woman of his dreams, his only way.

Anastasia.

The mere thought of her name ignited a fierce fire within him, a burning desire to have her for himself only.

She had toyed with his emotions earlier and made him feel like a loser, and now it was time for her to pay the price.

With a sense of grim determination, Scott sealed the bottle of wine.

This would be her downfall, her fall into his arms, the wolfsbane.

He knows how alcohol and wolfsbane affect true bloods.

With the bottle safely hidden away, Scott crept silently through the darkened corridors, his movements swift and sure.

The adrenaline surged through his veins, heightening his senses and sharpening his focus.

Finally, he reached Anastasia’s room after he made sure somebody had seen him sneaking into it, his heart pounding in his chest as he slipped inside.

The air was thick with anticipation, the tension palpable as he carefully placed the bottle on the table with an empty glass.

He allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction as he imagined her beautiful face.

As he made his escape, Scott couldn’t help but feel a surge of adrenaline-fueled exhilaration coursing through him.

This was it, his moment, his chance to finally settle the score.

He felt alive, electrified by the thrill of being able to call Anastasia his only.

Nothing could stand in his way now, not even Anastasia herself.

Meanwhile, Anastasia was hard at work in her office downstairs, completely oblivious to the danger lurking just a few floors away.

She poured over her notes with laser-like focus, her brow furrowed in concentration as she immersed herself in her work.

She needs to find a way to keep her pack safe from the attackers.

Time seemed to slip away unnoticed as she lost herself in the task at hand, her thoughts consumed by theories and the what-ifs.

But as the hours ticked by and exhaustion began to take its toll, Anastasia felt a familiar ache in her shoulders.

She was parched, her throat dry and scratchy from hours of relentless working.

With a sigh of resignation, she headed to her room and lay down on the couch before reaching for that bottle of wine, her movements slow and sluggish from fatigue.

She hardly gave it a second thought as she uncorked the bottle and took a long, slow sip, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat.

Then she poured a glass and drank it while working on her laptop.

At first, the effects of the wolfsbane and alcohol were subtle, barely perceptible due to her supernatural healing powers.

But as she continued to drink, a strange lethargy began to creep over her, clouding her thoughts and slowing her movements.

The room seemed to spin and sway around her, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that left her feeling disoriented and unsteady.

Dizziness washed over her like a tidal wave, threatening to drag her under with its relentless force.

She struggled to keep her balance, her vision swimming as she fought to stay upright. Panic clawed at her chest as she realized that something was terribly wrong with her.

In her haze of confusion, Anastasia barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching her door, the soft shuffle of feet echoing in the stillness of the night.

She barely had time to react before Scott burst into the room, his eyes wild with desperation as he swept her into his arms. She didn’t push him away, her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, weighed down by the wolfsbane and alcohol coursing through her veins.

She is horny.

Scott’s lips crashed against hers with bruising force, his touch rough and demanding as he sought to claim her as his own.

Anastasia’s head spun with a dizzying mix of confusion and horniness.

she couldn’t seem to muster the strength to fight him off, couldn’t seem to shake the fog of confusion that clouded her mind.

She did not understand why she was so horny all of a sudden, she could not even recognize Scott.

She saw him as a sexual object.

And then, in a moment of sudden clarity, Anastasia found herself pushing Scott away with a strength that left Scott shocked.

He could feel the wall which he was slammed against, cracking.

She stumbled backward, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Scott stared at her with a mixture of shock and disbelief, his expression a mask of confusion as he struggled to comprehend her sudden change of heart.

But Anastasia had no time for explanations, no time for apologies.

With a single-minded determination, she turned and fled from the room, her heart pounding in her chest as she followed an alluring scent that seemed to beckon her forward.

She didn’t know where she was going or what she would find when she got there, but she knew that she had to keep moving, escape the suffocating confines of Scott’s disgusting pheromones, and follow that faint delighting scent.

As Anastasia disappeared into the darkness, Scott was left alone in her room, his mind reeling with a maelstrom of emotions.

Fear, frustration, anger – they all swirled together in a toxic cocktail of self-doubt and regret.

How had his plan gone so horribly wrong? How had he underestimated Anastasia’s resilience and strength of will even when she was poisoned and drunk?

In his desperation, Scott searched frantically for the wine bottle, his hands trembling as he rifled through the clutter on her desk and nightstand.

But it was nowhere to be found, lost amidst the chaos of their encounter.

He left the room because he knew Anastasia would not remember a thing.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized that he had failed, that his carefully laid plans had unraveled in the blink of an eye.

And as he stormed out of the room in a fit of rage, Scott couldn’t help but curse his own stupidity and arrogance.

He had thought himself untouchable, invincible, but now he saw the truth – that even the best-laid plans could be undone by a single moment of hesitation or doubt.

And as he disappeared into his room, consumed by his own bitterness and regret, he caught a glimpse of Anastasia heading to Liam’s room.

-Flash Back’s over: