Impregnated By The Female Alpha

Chapter 83: You Are Leaving

One month later:

The shrill ring of her mother’s ringtone pierced the heavy silence blanketing Anastasia’s private room. ƒrēewebnovel.com

With a resigned sigh, she accepted the call, steeling herself for yet another strained conversation.

"Hello, Mother," she greeted in a toneless murmur, lacking even a shred of her usual regal confidence.

"Anastasia," her mother’s wizened voice crackled over the line, fraught with a surprising undercurrent of exasperation.

"This has gone on long enough. It has been over a month since you left the pack’s affairs in my hands...to pursue this mission of yours to get mate back. But I’m an old woman now - I don’t have the stamina or fortitude to lead any longer. I’m tired."

A lead weight settled in the pit of Anastasia’s stomach at her mother’s weary words.

Of course, her responsibilities to her pack would eventually come calling despite her singular focus on regaining Liam’s trust and forgiveness.

"I...I understand, Mother. But please, you must allow me more time with Liam. I have made so much progress and gotten so close to breaking through his emotional barriers. I simply need a little longer to show him how much I changed for him and how much I regret what I d -"

"Enough, Anastasia!" Her sharp rebuke sliced cleanly through the Alpha’s pleading, drawing her up short.

"You are the head Alpha of our pack, like it or not. Your duties to our family, our territory, take precedence over everything - even your mate," she emphasized with an undercurrent of regret.

"Now you will return home at once and assume your rightful place. If Liam truly loves you as you claim, he will understand the importance of your obligations. Perhaps you can even invite him to join us for a time so he can see how vital your duties are."

Scalding shame and frustration welled in Anastasia’s chest even as she recognized the truth in her mother’s archaic stance.

How could she have been so selfish, so myopic in her quest to reclaim her mate at the expense of her ancestral responsibilities?

Her wolf’s ears flattened in a rare display of contrition.

"You’re right, Mother. I...I’ll depart today to relieve you of this burden," she agreed in a subdued rasp. "But I have one question before hunting up."

Silence crackled over the line for a taut moment before her mother’s clipped response. "Very well, proceed."

Drawing an unsteady breath, Anastasia forced out the loaded question weighing most heavily upon her heart. "Has Cobra arrived at the pack yet?"

A noticeable hiss of displeasure from the elder Alpha at the mere mention of the feral rogue’s name.

Although he is the head alpha of the largest and strongest pack out there, in the eyes of the Midnight and Luna packs, he is still a rogue.

" He has been secured in our highest security dungeon and remains under heavy guard." Closing her eyes, Anastasia felt a ribbon of relief unfurl in her core at the knowledge her wayward mate remained unharmed despite their grievous transgressions.

"Please, I don’t want a single hair on his body harmed, Mother. Not until I have had a chance to face him myself first," she hurriedly interjected.

Her mother’s scathing response was instant and visceral. "Why?! That vile, honorless creature has demolished our borders time and again, taking pack lives in his mindless rampages. By all rights, I should have executed him on the spot for such unforgivable crimes!"

Teeth gritting hard enough to grind enamel, Anastasia struggled to keep her tone measured and reverential despite the disrespect bleeding through.

"Because I commanded his life be spared until I could make a final determination, Mother. Please, just trust that I have sufficient reasons for showing him leniency that will become clear once I’ve returned. For now, secure him and do nothing more. That is my will as your head Alpha."

A tense, protracted pause stretched between them before her mother’s grudging words filtered back over the line. "...As you wish Anastasia, Safe travels to you."

Without waiting for a response, the line disconnected abruptly, plunging Anastasia back into the haunting stillness of her private room.

Despite her steadfast resolution, a tremulous yearning ached through her very core.

Could she truly turn her back on Liam now, after coming so tortuously close to regaining his trust and forgiveness?

Or would walking away from him again, even under obligation, shatter the fragile bond between them beyond repair?

Anastasia sighed heavily as she ended the call, icy dread congealing in the pit of her stomach.

Raking trembling fingers through her tousled locks, she squeezed her eyes shut as vivid flashes of the previous month’s events bombarded her.

-Flash Back:-

The rut that had blindsided her so viscerally, reducing her to a smoldering bonfire of primal need and instinct.

The desperation drove her to swallow fistfuls of synthetic suppressants in a futile attempt to bank the all-consuming inferno raging through her very core.

The mortification that near-crippled her when Liam - strong, proud, unmated Liam - discovered her frightening loss of control.

His pained, confused eyes as he watched her reduced to a quivering, lust-addled mess before him.

She clenched her fist rushed to her nightstand and took rut suppressant pills.

"Don’t you have hundreds of Betas ready and willing to...help you through this?" he had rasped through gritted teeth, visibly struggling against his own biological imperative to submit and service her mating demands.

Shame had curdled like acid in Anastasia’s veins at the mere implication she used to have sex and spend her ruts for years with random people.

"Since you know I have fated mates now, I stopped doing that." she wanted to bite her tongue for saying ’mates’ instead of mate.

She prayed Liam would not notice.

All she could coherently focus on was the scorching ache between her thighs and the tantalizing proximity of the two souls who could satisfy it.

Liam and Cobra.

Her rut is so bad.

For the past seven months, she started spending her ruts alone without sleeping with other people.

She has fated mates, her wolf knows them, and she and her wolf are loyal to them even though their relationship is kind of complicated.

"Would you...like to spend your rut in my room?" The husky rasp of Liam’s invitation had nearly been her undoing right then and there.

His rich, earthy scent, the perfect balm to her maddening lust, enveloped her senses as he swept her up into his arms.

They had made it as far as his room, Anastasia hazily recalling being gently deposited onto his unmade sheets which were still warm and redolent with his scent.

Like a woman possessed, she fumbled and popped yet another suppressant onto her tongue to chase the lingering crest of euphoria.

"You’ve already taken one pill just now," Liam warned, remorse and protectiveness warring in those lambent brandy depths. "I’m not sure it’s wise or safe to double down on the medication."

Too lost in the dizzying spiral of unquenchable lust, Anastasia had merely waved a careless hand as she tucked the vial back into the pocket of her shorts. "It’s fine, don’t fret. I’ve been doubling up for the past seven months with no issues."

Even now, she could vividly recall the strange look of confused sorrow that flickered across Liam’s chiseled features.

At that moment, the only emotion registering for her mate had been a possessive burst of satisfaction that his mate had stopped seeking relief with mere Betas...and was now solely focused on him.

Liam and Cobra, her eternal mates and the only cure for the fire that threatened to consume her from the inside out.

Liam but his lips, his body getting hot, his hole leaking, and cock aroused, his omega feeling so desperate to satisfy his alpha " Okay, I will leave for now."

-Flash Back’s End:-

Anastasia slowly blinked back to the present, her chest constricting painfully as the vivid flashes of that fevered, lust-drenched rut gradually faded.

Goddess, what a mess she had been that night - sweaty, disheveled, pupils blown wide with wanton need.

It was a miracle Liam had somehow managed to retain his composure in the face of her sensual, uninhibited state.

Would he have really let her take him?

Just the thought made molten licks of lingering desire unfurl low in her abdomen.

A timid exhalation slipped past Anastasia’s parted lips as her piercing dark eyes lazily roamed her surroundings. freewebnøvel.com

This room had become such a place of her conflicting emotions over the past weeks.

A space that contained both her deepest shame and regrets...as well as the achingly tender hopes for redemption she still clung to with every fiber of her being.

The sudden, unmistakable rasp of the chamber door opening behind her made Anastasia stiffen instinctively.

She didn’t bother turning, already intimately familiar with the rich, earthy scent that washed over her in lush waves.

A scent that still possessed the power to make her mouth water with bone-deep yearning.

"...You are leaving." It was not a question, merely a toneless statement of fact intoned in that husky timbre that never failed to send frissons of longing ricocheting through her.

For several endless heartbeats, Anastasia couldn’t summon the will to respond.

How did one even begin to explain the complex, gut-wrenching situation to their mate?

The excruciating decisions that were being forced upon her despite her most fervent desires?

Finally, with visible effort, Anastasia twisted at the waist to directly meet Liam’s heated brandy stare.

Though her features remained impassive and regal as ever, her eyes alone shone with naked, wretched remorse.