Impregnated By The Female Alpha

Chapter 43: The Warmth Of Her Body

The foreign pack of werewolves attacked the borders of the Midnight Pack.

They fought and killed the guards of the borders.

There was blood and biting.

Claws scratched.

Dead bodies were all over the woods - both wolves and werewolves in human form.

Suddenly, Anastasia, the head alpha of the Midnight Pack, the fierce warrior, came running with her pack warriors behind her.

They were in wolf form, except for Anastasia and Philip.

The true bloods stayed in their human forms as they attacked the foreign pack, who were busy killing the border guards.

Anastasia fought bravely, killing the attackers alongside her warriors and Philip.

After a while, Anastasia and Philip shifted into their wolf forms to be able to kill even more of the invaders.

The attackers started to lose and give up. Anastasia and her warriors tried to be civil and talk to the foreign pack to understand why they were attacking their pack.

But suddenly, more of them appeared out of nowhere and started attacking Anastasia and her pack warriors.

Anastasia fought fiercely for a long time against the multiple wolves that kept coming at her.

At some point, Anastasia and her warriors started losing because the foreign pack outnumbered them.

The fact that Wolfsbane was still in Anastasia’s system did not help.

Six alpha wolves ganged up on Anastasia, biting and scratching her until they broke her leg.

Anastasia who is still in bed wolf form fell to the bloody ground, weak and helpless.

She saw one of the alphas sprint towards her throat, planning to rip it out and kill her.

She tried her best to get and defend herself but she felt worn out, her leg was broken and she bleeding everywhere, she gave up as she saw her life flash in front of her eyes when that alpha wolf jumped at her.

Suddenly, a huge, 15-foot-tall gray wolf jumped out of nowhere and attacked the alpha who was trying to kill Anastasia.

The gray wolf killed that alpha and then stood in front of Anastasia, killing every wolf that came near her.

It at that moment, Anastasia’s inner wolf cried out in her mind, "Mate. This is our mate!" Before Anastasia could do anything, everything turned black, her head was spinning then she finally passed out, her last sight being the giant gray wolf protecting her who is also her fated mate.

Flash Back:

The training area fell into an eerie hush as the two injured wolves hobbled their way in, their desperate whimpers of pain piercing the air.

The sight of the wounded creatures struck a chord of concern and empathy in the hearts of those present.

Philip, swiftly took charge.

He commanded silence among the warriors and wasted no time in summoning the pack’s skilled doctor to assess the injuries.

As the doctor hurried to tend to the wounded wolves, Philip’s mind raced.

The sight of the injured guards of the borders could only mean one thing—an imminent threat to the pack.

"We are under attack." That’s what one of the injured wolves said after he shifted back to his human form and before passing out.

Without hesitation, Philip dashed to the office of the head Alpha, Anastasia.

Barging through the door, he found her engrossed in her work, but the urgency in his voice demanded her immediate attention.

"Alpha, we are under attack."Breathlessly, Philip relayed the dire news to Anastasia—the pack was under attack.

Her dark eyes widened with a mix of concern and determination.

Rising from her seat, she swiftly gathered her strength and purposefully made her way toward the gathering of warriors, who were already aware that something grave was unfolding.

With a commanding presence, Anastasia addressed the warriors, her voice carrying unwavering authority. "Philip I want you to gather as many warriors as you can. We need to stop them before they enter the town."

Anastasia proclaimed, her words resonating with unwavering determination. "The time has come to defend our pack, to protect our home and our people."

Liam felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He yearned to go with the other warriors, to prove his mettle and loyalty.

Ignoring The fact that he was pregnant, he stepped forward, declaring his intent to fight alongside his comrades.

Anastasia’s gaze shifted to him, as She placed a hand on his shoulder, halting his eager advance. "Liam, what are you doing?" she asked in her unbothered tone.

"I want to go with you." Liam declared as they both watched the warriors rushing from inside and outside the pack to gather at the gate.

"You have shown great promise, but you must consider the fact that you have only been training for two months. We cannot risk your well-being. Stay here, guard the pack house, and ensure our safety from within."

Liam’s disappointment was palpable, his determination warring with his understanding of Anastasia’s wisdom.

He pleaded, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and longing. "Alpha, please, I am ready. I can make a difference. Let me accompany you into battle."

Anastasia met his gaze, her eyes dead, no emotion clear in them. "Liam, no one asked you to stay behind. Your place within the pack is valued, and your time will come. We need you to protect the heart of our packhouse."

Reluctantly, Liam nodded, he was so worried about her.

Resigned to his fate, he watched as Anastasia, accompanied by the seasoned warriors, Philip, and Caleb, embarked on their perilous journey into the dense and foreboding woods.

Meanwhile, Anastasia’s mind buzzed with a blend of determination and strategies.

Her instincts as the head alpha guided her, and her unwavering loyalty to her pack fueled her every step.

With her warriors by her side, they ventured deep into the shadows of the forest, prepared to confront the unknown assailants and defend their territory.

As the pack’s howls of unity echoed through the night, the intertwining destinies of wolves and humans converged in a battle for survival.

The outcome remained uncertain, but the pack’s bond, fortified by their shared purpose, would carry them through the imminent clash and beyond.

-Flash Back’s End:

In the aftermath of the brutal battle, the haunting silence of the woods enveloped Liam and Anastasia.

The mangled bodies of fallen foes and Liam’s comrades scattered around them, a grim testament to the ferocity of the conflict.

Liam, his body throbbing with pain, refused to succumb to exhaustion or despair.

Instead, he clung to Anastasia, his arms encircling her fragile form as he whispered words of hope and determination into her ear.

"Anastasia, please wake up," he pleaded, his voice a mixture of anguish and determination. "You’re strong, and I believe in you. I need you to come back to me."

The gentle rise and fall of Anastasia’s chest, the rhythm of her heartbeat, offered a glimmer of solace amid the darkness.

Liam’s voice quivered with emotion as he continued, his words filled with unwavering faith. "You’re not alone, Anastasia. I’m here with you, holding you close. I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I fucking every soul that comes near you."

As the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the devastated clearing, Liam’s voice carried his deepest fears and hopes.

"I’m scared, Anastasia," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Scared that you won’t wake up, that I’ll lose you. I’ll protect you with everything I have."

Tears welled in Liam’s eyes, reflecting the moonlight as they cascaded down his cheeks.

He pressed a gentle kiss to Anastasia’s forehead, a tender and desperate gesture of love. "You mean everything to me," he murmured.

Silence settled around them once more, broken only by the distant sounds of the night.

Liam held Anastasia closer, his grasp unyielding, as if willing his love and determination to infuse her slumbering form.

He whispered promises of a future filled with joy, triumph, and unwavering loyalty, his voice carrying the weight of his unwavering devotion.

As the hours ticked by, hope and desperation intertwined within Liam’s heart.

And in the depths of the woods, he vowed to remain by Anastasia’s side, his love acting as a beacon of light within the darkness, until the moment she opened her eyes, symbolizing her triumphant return.

Liam remained in the depths of the woods, the air thick with the scent of death and the remnants of the battle.

He held Anastasia’s limp body tightly in his arms, refusing to let go.

The lifeless forms of wolves and humans lay scattered around them, a haunting testament to the fierce struggle they had faced.

But in that moment, as he cradled Anastasia against his chest, Liam felt an overwhelming surge of protectiveness and love.

His grip on her tightened, his fingers intertwined with hers as if he could pull her back to consciousness with the strength of his touch. freewebnovёl.ƈom

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, drawing in the familiar fragrance that always brought him comfort.

The warmth of her body seeped into his own, and he couldn’t help but imagine their unborn child nestled between them, a beacon of hope in the midst of darkness.

Liam reveled in the sensation of having Anastasia so close, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against his, the rhythm of their breaths merging into one.

It was as if time stood still, and in that fleeting moment, they were a family, bound by an unbreakable bond.

As Anastasia began to stir in his arms, her eyelids fluttering, Liam’s heart skipped a beat.

He cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing across her cheeks, urging her to awaken. "Anastasia, can you hear me?"

he whispered, his voice laced with both relief and concern. "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?"