Th Alpha's Pregnant Mate

Why did it have to be tonight?

Everything could have been perfect. 

"Stop! You can't run forever. Your father is looking for you." 

Diana froze. Damn it. 

She recognized those voices. Members of her old pack. They were here for her. 

Their scent was unmistakable. 

Three of them. Approaching fast. 

If they caught her, they would drag her back to the pack—and execute her. 

She was nothing but a disgrace to them. 

"Aha! There she is. No more running, Diana." 

The men shifted into their wolf forms, ready to chase her down the city. 

Diana's heart pounded. 

She ran. 

Ran for her life. 

She spotted a tavern up ahead. 

It belonged to someone from the royal family, she knew that much. 

But right now, it didn't matter. 

All that mattered was escape. 

Glancing over her shoulder, she didn't see the figure in front of her until she slammed straight into a broad, solid chest. 

A towering man. 

Sharp, piercing eyes raked over her trembling body. 

"Please," she gasped, clutching the front of his shirt. "Take me inside. Take me with you. I-I'll do anything—just don't let them have me." 

Wealth radiated from him. 

But more than that—something about him felt… strange. 

"Fated mate." 

The words whispered through her mind. 

Before she could comprehend them, he swept her up effortlessly. 

"You asked for this, miss," he murmured. 

"There's no turning back now." 

His deep, commanding voice sent shivers down her spine. 

Her pursuers skidded to a halt, their eyes widening in terror before they turned tail and fled. 

Diana's breath hitched as she gazed at the stranger's face. 

Why… 

Why did he seem so familiar?

She silently watched as he led her into one of the private rooms, his scent overpowering the alcohol that had already been poured into glasses. She gasped when he effortlessly pulled her onto his lap. 

Slowly, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her delicate, innocent features were fully visible to him now. 

"Who the hell made you cry?" 

Was he talking to her? Her breath hitched, rising and falling rapidly. First, the shock of betrayal, then her father's men, and now this dangerous man—her mind was too clouded to recall who he was. 

She tried to wipe away the remnants of her tears, but his hand reached her face before her fingers could. A sudden spark surged through her veins, paralyzing her thoughts. 

"I'm Diana..." 

Before she could finish introducing herself, a knowing smile curved on his lips. His voice sent a shiver down her spine as he murmured, 

"Do you think I don't know who you are?" 

His words trailed off as he pressed a soft kiss to the strands of her hair. She smelled intoxicating. It was a new, unfamiliar feeling for him. 

But she was the one who had thrown herself into his arms, the one who had silently pleaded for him to take her. 

"Now, answer my question," he demanded, pulling her closer against his body. 

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, making his smirk deepen. 

"Diana, let's try this again—who made you cry?" 

Damn it. She couldn't answer him. Not because she was afraid, but because his presence was overwhelming, scattering her thoughts. And then, there was that strange dizziness again. She shook her head quickly, trying to regain clarity. 

"No one." 

Who was she trying to fool? And why was she unwilling to tell him the truth? He ran his fingers through his hair, studying her intently with those piercing blue eyes before saying, 

"You really need to be reconditioned." 

His words sent a jolt through her, especially as he deliberately made her lips part slightly. She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering from his eyes to the veins in his neck, then down to his lips. Was he really about to kiss her? 

Damn it. Why did the mere thought of it make her feel... excited? 

Impossible. She had just met him, and yet he claimed to have known her. His breath was so close to hers, dangerously so. 

Not now. She wasn't planning on giving herself to him. Not today. She was exhausted. 

"It's—" 

Once again, he silenced her by placing a finger against her lips, shaking his head with a firm expression. 

"You've lost your chance to answer my question," he murmured. "Now, you'll have to take your punishment, Diana." 

She blinked several times, barely registering what he said before his lips crashed onto hers—hungry, desperate, as if she was the only thing that could quench his thirst. Heat flared through her body, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. 

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss, making it impossible for her to breathe. 

Was he trying to kill her? 

"A-ah… you're insane," she gasped, struggling to push him away just to get some air. 

He didn't budge. His intense gaze burned into her as she stumbled to her feet, backing away with her chest rising and falling rapidly. 

"You're mine now, Diana. Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you?" 

He really was insane. Or maybe she was the crazy one—for willingly falling into his arms. 

And that sound—when her eyes met his, she heard something stir deep within her. 

Could it be? 

Was this the wolf inside her? The one she had been waiting for all this time? 

A flood of emotions crashed into her, her mind racing as he took a step forward. Instinctively, she stepped back. 

"You're safe with me," he assured her. "No one will dare touch you, Diana." 

But before she could react, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was just too much. 

Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed, his gaze locked onto her face. 

"I know you're here," he muttered, still looking at Diana. 

He pulled the blanket over her before turning to face the man who had just showed himself.