Impregnated By The Female Alpha

Chapter 42: Fatherhood

Liam’s POV:

As I stepped inside the gate of the Packhouse, I was met by Anastasia, her usual unemotional expression firmly in place.

She’s dressed in a black suit, her long black hair framing her face, her fair skin accentuating the dead look in her wide, pretty eyes.

"Where were you?" she asks, her voice flat.

My heart skips a beat as I meet her gaze.

It hits me like a ton of bricks— I’m pregnant with her child.

A rush of conflicting emotions floods through me.

On one hand, there’s a warmth, a sense of fulfillment at the thought of carrying our baby.

But on the other hand, there’s uncertainty and fear.

Anastasia has made it abundantly clear that she despises the idea of having children.

I don’t know if she’ll accept me as her fated mate, let alone embrace the idea of becoming parents together.

I freeze in place, grappling with the weight of this revelation.

I want nothing more than to tell Anastasia, to share this incredible news with her, and embark on this journey together.

But deep down, I know it’s not that simple, knowing all too well how she feels about having children.

The fact that she gave me Plan B pills that day only confirms my fears.

I can’t risk her rejecting our child, or worse, resenting and rejecting me for it.

The reality of our situation hits me like a punch to the gut.

As a true blood, Anastasia’s senses are heightened.

If she focused enough, she could detect the presence of another soul within me, and feel the faint flutter of our baby’s heartbeat.

I can’t let that happen.

Not yet, at least.

So, for now, I will keep this a secret and bear the weight of it alone.

"I went to see my mother in the old Packhouse," I finally managed to reply, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me.

Anastasia nods, seemingly satisfied with my answer, and instructs me to go rest and recover, apparently, she heard the news of me almost passing out during training.

I offer her a small smile, masking the turmoil within me, and hastily make my way to my room.

Once inside, I collapse onto the bed, the weight of the secret I carry pressing down on me like a leaden blanket.

Mixed emotions swirl within me—joy, fear, uncertainty.

How will Anastasia react when she inevitably discovers the truth?

Will she reject me, reject our child?

Or will she surprise me, and embrace the idea of becoming parents together?

But for now, there’s only one thing I can do—focus on taking care of myself and our unborn child.

I may be alone in this, but I will do whatever it takes to protect our baby, even if it means keeping it a secret from the woman I love. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

As I drift off to sleep, I cling to the hope that someday, somehow, Anastasia will come to accept me as her fated mate, and together, we will build a future for our little family.

As the morning sunlight streamed through the window, I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the warmth gently coaxing me into wakefulness.

The play of light danced upon the rumpled bedsheet, casting intricate patterns that seemed to wrestle with each other.

As I sat up, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins.

My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, where the precious life within was growing day by day.

The sensation of my baby growing beneath my touch filled me with an overwhelming sense of joy and responsibility.

It was a strange and beautiful feeling, knowing that within me was a tiny being, completely dependent on me for everything.

Excitement bubbled up within me, mingling with a wave of fatherly love that seemed to wash over me like a gentle tide.

I spoke softly to my growing baby, promising him all the love and protection in the world. "Hey there, little one," I murmured, my voice filled with tenderness. "I can’t wait to meet you. I promise to always be here for you, to love you unconditionally, and to do everything in my power to give you the best life possible."

As I spoke, I could only imagine how the baby would respond to my voice after a couple of weeks.

It was an incredible bond, one that filled me with a sense of awe and wonder.

I couldn’t wait to hold them in my arms, to see their face for the first time, and to begin this amazing journey of fatherhood. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

With a smile on my face, I rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom.

The cool tiles beneath my feet grounded me, bringing me back to reality after the ethereal moment with my unborn child.

I took a quick shower, the warm water washing away the last vestiges of sleep, before brushing my teeth and splashing my face with cold water to wake myself up fully.

Dressed and ready for the day ahead, I made my way to the kitchen, the scent of coffee and breakfast filling the air.

Claire was already there, bustling about as she prepared the morning meal for the alpha family.

She looked up as I entered, her eyes bright with excitement. "Good morning, Liam," she greeted me with a smile. "How are you feeling today?"

I returned her smile, grateful for having her as a friend in my life. "I’m feeling great," I replied, my voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "No more dizziness, thankfully. I think I just overdid it with the training."

Claire nodded in understanding, her expression filled with concern. "Well, I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better," she said softly. "Just make sure to take it easy, okay? We don’t want anything happening to our best warrior and best cook."

Her words resonated with me, making me feel proud of myself, and reminding me once again of the precious life growing within me.

My kid would also be proud of me.

I nodded, determination shining in my eyes. "Don’t worry, Claire," I assured her. "I’ll take good care of myself, I promise."

With that, I joined her at the table, eager to start the day.

As we ate breakfast together, the anticipation and excitement of impending fatherhood filled me with a sense of purpose unlike anything I had ever known.

I couldn’t wait to embark on this journey with Anastasia by my side, and with our baby in our arms, our hearts overflowing with love.

I finished having my breakfast, savoring the taste of warm toast and scrambled eggs.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as I tidied up the kitchen.

With Anastasia in mind, I set to work immediately, preparing a delicious and nutritious breakfast for her.

As I chopped the fruits and arranged them on a tray, my mind wandered, thinking about the day ahead.

Once the tray was ready, I carefully balanced it in my hands and made my way to Anastasia’s room.

However, when I reached her door, a gentle stream of water trickling down from the bathroom caught my attention.

She was already showering, lost in her own world.

Not wanting to disturb her, I set the tray down on a nearby table and decided to give her some privacy.

With a sigh, I turned and headed toward the training area.

The sound of shouts of warriors echoed through the hallways.

It was time for my own training session.

As one of the warriors, it was essential for me to stay in peak physical condition and hone my skills.

I joined the others, sweat trickling down my forehead as I engaged in intense combat exercises and practiced various defensive maneuvers.

Amidst the training, Philip, the coach, approached me.

Concern etched on his face, he questioned me about my well-being.

I reassured him with a smile, assuring him that I was fine and that there was nothing to worry about.

But deep down, I knew that concealing the truth about my pregnancy was becoming increasingly challenging.

Days turned into weeks, and my life settled into a predictable routine.

Mornings were dedicated to preparing breakfast for Anastasia, carefully selecting ingredients that would nourish her.

The training sessions pushed my limits, as I strived to maintain my strength and agility.

Afternoons were spent crafting wholesome lunches, and evenings were dedicated to creating delectable dinners, each meal made with love and anticipation for my mate.

As time went by, I could feel the undeniable presence of a life growing within me.

It was a constant reminder of the miracle unfolding inside my own body.

Yet, despite the changes occurring within me, there was no outward sign of a baby bump since it had only been eight weeks since I got pregnant.

I marveled at the mysterious ways of life, cherishing the secret bond I shared with my unborn child.

But the tranquility of my routine was shattered one fateful day during a particularly intense training session.

The air grew heavy with tension as the sound of frantic howls filled the air.

Warriors paused, their hands gripped tightly, as two wolves came charging into the training grounds, these wolves were one the border guards.

Fear and panic were etched on their faces, their wild eyes reflecting the imminent danger.

Among the chaos, one of the wolves abruptly shifted back into human form, collapsing to the ground.

Blood stained his torn clothes, and wounds covered his body, evidence of a fierce battle.

Gasping for breath, he managed to utter urgent words before succumbing to unconsciousness. "We are under attack," he whispered, his voice strained with pain.

The gravity of his words hung in the air, shattering the calmness that once enveloped us.