Impregnated By The Female Alpha

Chapter 60: What Did You Just Say?

When Xavier suggested Anastasia combat Liam next, she and Liam, who was nearby, froze momentarily.

Through her telepathic link with Philip, Anastasia conveyed that she did not think fighting Liam was a good idea.

Philip wasted no time and immediately spoke on behalf of her since she can not speak while being in her wolf form "Alpha said she doesn’t think this is a good idea."

Upon hearing this, Liam felt Anastasia was underestimating him, he walked forward "I think this is a very good idea."

He angrily transformed into his wolf form and confronted her in the training area, issuing a challenge by aggressively slashing the ground.

Tensions rose as the two alpha wolves faced off.

Though inwardly conflicted over her complicated feelings for Liam, Anastasia accepted his challenge, simply stating through their mind link to Philip who again spoke on her behalf "Very well, let’s settle this."

Liam snarled, circling Anastasia as she braced herself for their upcoming brutal clash, pushing aside her tumultuous emotions to confront Liam’s demand for combat.

The training yard was electric with excitement as Anastasia and Liam, both in their massive wolf forms, prepared to clash.

Anastasia’s shimmering black fur rippled with coiled power while Liam’s thick gunmetal gray coat seemed to shine.

With a fierce snarl, Liam launched himself at his previous head alpha and secretly fated mate, slashing with claws and snapping with fangs in an all-out assault.

But Anastasia didn’t retaliate.

She simply weaved and sidestepped, evading every single one of Liam’s furious attacks with almost nonchalant ease.

On and on the one-sided confrontation raged, but no matter how hard Liam rushed her or how intense his onslaught became, Anastasia refused to go on the offensive.

She just kept dodging and deflecting his strikes without striking back herself.

Liam’s growls turned into enraged roars as his frustration peaked.

He whipped around, fangs gnashing, practically screaming at Anastasia through his animalistic snarls to fight him back.

But she calmly avoided his advances, never giving in to his demands.

Finally, Liam’s fury boiled over.

He coiled his hindquarters and flung himself at the evasive Anastasia in one last desperate leap.

For a split second, it looked like he might finally land a blow.

But Anastasia deftly slipped aside at the last instant.

Liam crashed heavily into the ground, his skull bouncing off the dirt.

A hush fell over the gathered crowd, wondering if he’d been knocked senseless.

Then Liam’s eyes snapped open, burning with disbelieving rage.

He instantly regained his feet and whirled to face his rejected mate.

Before she could react, he barreled into her defensively poised body, slamming her to the ground.

When the whirlwind subsided, Liam stood dominant over Anastasia’s prone, unmoving wolf form - decisively pinning her in a display of dominant subjugation.

Roars of shock and elation erupted as the warriors celebrated Liam’s incredible upset.

Anastasia’s eyes opened, resigned.

Holding Liam’s scorching stare for a beat, she gave the smallest dip of her head - conceding total surrender and yielding the circle to her conqueror. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Liam held his position astride her for a few heartbeats more before abruptly extracting himself.

He turned and stalked away without acknowledging the riotous cheering, his emotions clearly too volatile after such an earth-shattering win.

Philip and Caleb could only watch dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend how their undefeatable alpha had been so decisively bested.

Much later, Anastasia emerged in human form, after she made sure to put some clothes on, and her face stoic yet her eyes betrayed an inner turmoil. "Liam was...good," she admitted in a massive understatement. "I have never lost before."

Murmurs of awe rippled outward as the magnitude of those words sank in.

Their immortal matriarch had tasted defeat for the first time in history.

And Liam was the storm that had brought about this cataclysmic changing of eras.

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At 8 PM, the backhouse was settling in for the night.

Though darkness had fallen, the warm glow of candles and fireplaces flickered through the windows, casting a cozy ambiance.

Anastasia emerged from the bedroom, gently pulling the door closed behind her.

She had just finished tending to her son.... Internally recognizing Alex as her son, hit her deeply every time.

After bathing him, dressing him in fresh sleepwear, and tucking him into bed with a bedtime story until he drifted off to slumber.

She has just realized how much she was messing out by being mean to Alex.

She has just found out what a sweetheart he is and the fact that the only thing he needs and wants from her is love.

Love in any kind of shape, just spending some time with them every day makes him so happy.

As she moved to head for her own chambers, a dull, repetitive thumping reached Anastasia’s ears - the unmistakable cadence of someone lying in a punching bag.

Furrowing her brow, she tracked the muffled impacts echoing from somewhere deeper in the residency wing.

Concerned that one of the packmates may have needed her aid, Anastasia followed the rhythmic thuds winding through the corridors until she arrived at the entrance to the training gymnasium.

The heavy scent of exertion wafted through the archway, signaling intense physical activity within.

As she stepped inside, her eyes instantly fell upon the source - Liam, stripped to the waist and drenched in sweat, stood planted before the largest punching bag.

With every piston-driven slam of his calloused fists against the hanging leather, waves of coiled power rippled through his densely-muscled frame.

Grunts and snarls punched from his depths with each explosive strike.

His scent made her inner wolf want to jump out and run to him but Anastasia was a pro when it came to controlling her emotions. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Anastasia couldn’t help but be transfixed by the display of Liam’s blazing intensity.

His entire being seemed consumed by an unrelenting, primordial fire as he vented his fury against the unyielding bag.

For long moments, she could only watch - both awed and unsettled by the maelstrom of emotion she sensed roiling just beneath the surface of his ferocious workout.

As he sensed her presence, Liam suddenly whipped around, piercing eyes instantly finding her silhouette framed in the archway.

Their gazes locked and held in electrifying tension.

Finally, after several heated beats, Liam turned away dismissively - bracing his forearms against the punching bag as he resumed his relentless cadence without acknowledgment.

The rhythmic pounding of fists against leather filled the training room as Anastasia stepped inside, her eyes instantly drawn to Liam’s sweat-glistening form.

Noticing the large tattoo that covers his whole back and arms as well as his chest.

Even though he had clearly noticed her presence, he didn’t break stride - continuing to unleash a relentless volley of powerful strikes against the heavy punching bag.

Anastasia felt transfixed watching the sheer, unbridled intensity pouring from Liam’s every movement.

His body was a coiled spring of corded muscle and explosive power as grunts punctuated each bone-jarring impact.

An aura of smoldering anger seemed to radiate from his very being.

For several long moments, the alpha said nothing, content to admire his furious exertions in silence.

Only the muffled thumps and Liam’s ragged breaths filled the room’s tense ambiance.

Finally, Anastasia spoke up, unable to stay a mere observer any longer.

"Snow," she called out, letting his last name hang heavily in the space between them.

At the sound of her voice, the man immediately whipped around, chest heaving.

Liam’s intense gaze bored straight into Anastasia as he straightened, wiping a forearm across his sweat-beaded brow.

"You finally said something instead of just standing there like a creep," he bit out, the words carrying an audible edge of mocking sarcasm.

Undeterred by his acidic tone, Anastasia held Liam’s confrontational stare, feeling a swell of opposing impulses warring within her.

Though part of her instinctively bristled at his insolent disrespect, another part couldn’t help but admire the unbroken fire that made this challenger so compelling.

"I apologize if I overstepped," she replied evenly, keeping her own emotions reined in. "I heard the noise and came to investigate the cause."

Liam scoffed loudly at this, dragging his gaze over her in a dismissive once-over as the corner of his mouth twisted into a contemptuous sneer. "Well, now you’ve seen it. You can go back now."

The suggestive undercurrent in his words was unmistakable.

As was the challenging glint that flashed across his chiseled features as he awaited her response.

Liam clearly wasn’t about to make anything easy that night.

When Liam’s words carried that suggestive undertone, Anastasia felt her face flush as she instinctively averted her gaze to the ground, a pang of guilt flooding her.

She shouldn’t have intruded on his private exertions uninvited.

"I...didn’t know you were here," she murmured after a moment, forcing herself to look back up at the punching bag instead of meeting his heated stare. "I mean I didn’t know you were in this pack when I contacted your brother about the issue."

Liam simply scoffed at her reply, turning away to resume pummeling the swinging leather bag with powerful haymakers.

"Of course, if you knew I was here you wouldn’t have come," he bit out between grunts of exertion, his tone leaving no doubt that her presence here at Luna was currently unwanted by him.

Anastasia remained silent, sensing any further attempt at conversation would only inflame the already volatile situation.

So she watched in tense quiet as Liam worked out his frustrations, the harsh sounds of impact and his heaving breaths filling the room.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke up again, voice carefully measured. "You’re right, if I had known you were here I wouldn’t have come."

The bitter admission seemed to satisfy Liam to some degree, as he slowed his assault just enough to shoot her a curt sideways glance and an acknowledging roll of his eyes.

His message was clear - he expected her to depart now that he’d made his stance known.

However, Anastasia’s next words brought him up short, his entire body going rigid mid-strike as the words hung in the air between them.

"If I had known you were here...I would have come earlier. Much earlier."

The unexpected comment’s implication shattered the tension like a hammer through the glass.

Liam slowly turned to fully face her, chest heaving and eyes burning with a mixture of disbelief, anger, and something darker she couldn’t quite read across his chiseled features.

"What did you just say?" he growled out in a low, dangerous rumble as the partially deflated punching bag swung forgotten between them.

There was no walking back her Freudian slip now.

Anastasia held Liam’s blazing stare, feeling her pulse start to hammer as the shadowy tendril of forbidden desire she usually kept so carefully locked away began unraveling within her.

This was the line she could not uncross.

But Liam was already closing the gap between them with powerful, purposeful strides...