Th Alpha's Pregnant Mate

It was his Beta—Lee. 

"Your orders, Alpha Sesbian?" Lee asked, lifting his head to meet the gaze of their undisputed leader. 

"Bring me Claude Steventino. Lock him in the torture chamber," Sesbian ordered, his voice as cold as his expression. 

No one escaped his wrath when it came to the things that mattered to him. 

"As you command, Alpha," Lee responded cautiously. "But… what about her, sir? Diana's father, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, won't let her go easily. And the curse surrounding her… the council won't approve of her staying with you." 

A deep, guttural growl rumbled from Sespian's chest. Lee immediately dropped to his knees, staring at the floor in sheer terror. 

"No one tells me what to do," Sesbian growled. "Leave." 

He truly despised dealing with his Beta, whose tendency to gossip irritated him to no end. If not for the diplomatic requirements of his royal visits, he wouldn't have brought him along at all. 

Lee wasted no time leaving the room, escaping while he still could. After all, Sespian was his Alpha—his decisions were final. 

"That bastard dared to hurt you… to defile what was already mine from the very beginning, Diana." 

Sesbian's whisper was almost tender as he leaned in close to her ear. Diana's body was burning with fever, her lashes trembling as she struggled against unconsciousness. Seeing her like this made his chest tighten painfully. His brows furrowed. 

"Sir, the car is ready. Do you wish to leave?" 

Sesbian looked toward the door before glancing back at Diana, whose breathing remained unsteady. 

"You will be mine, Diana. Mine alone. Do you understand?" 

With that, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her down the stairs. 

The royal club was eerily silent—no staff, no visitors, no distractions. 

Sesbian preferred it that way. Nothing and no one would get in the way of what belonged to him.

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She felt warm, surrounded by a fragrant scent that filled the space around her. It was the first time she had ever felt such comfort in her sleep. But then, she jolted awake, her heart pounding, a haunting memory of her husband's betrayal—her ex-husband. 

"No… Cloud… No." 

She gasped for air. "Damn you." 

Her fingers clenched the sheets tightly as she struggled to catch her breath. Her mind raced with the image of a man—someone she didn't even recognize—etched into her thoughts. 

Holding her stomach protectively, she whispered, "My love, you're all I have left. I will protect you no matter what, do you hear me? Even if it means sharing a bed with a stranger. You will live with dignity. You will walk with your head held high. My son, everything will be okay." 

She hadn't realized he was in the room. She hadn't noticed that he had been watching her intently, observing every detail of her expression, every shift in her emotions. 

If only she had looked up—if only she had seen the storm brewing within him, the rage barely contained beneath the surface. The woman before him had no idea what kind of thoughts were running through his mind—thoughts devoid of mercy. 

Once she had calmed down, her gaze wandered around the spacious room, almost as large as an entire suite. The elegant furniture, the artistic décor—everything was meticulously placed. The dark, muted colors instilled a sense of tranquility within her. That was until she felt the warmth of his breath against her neck. 

'How did he get here? Damn it,' she thought, swallowing hard. 

Then, his hand traced over her stomach. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and chest, and she felt her heart stop for a moment. Was he planning to kill her child? Had he heard her talking? He would never accept raising another man's child—especially not if he was someone important, someone from the royal bloodline. 

"You said it again," he murmured, his tone deep and provocative, yet carrying an unmistakable threat. "Get yourself ready, my dear. I don't want to see another one of your depressive episodes. Tonight, you are mine." 

His words sent a chill down her spine. Was he deliberately ignoring her pregnancy, or did he have something else in mind? 

She wanted to look into his piercing blue eyes, but for some reason, she couldn't. Then, she felt his lips brush against her neck. 

"Ah…" 

A gasp escaped her lips before she quickly covered her mouth. 

No, Diana, you cannot fall for him like this. 'If you want to secure your child's future, you need to do this the right way,' she reminded herself in a hushed voice. 

'This is your only option if you want to survive. Stay strong. Endure.' 

She lifted her gaze to meet his, but he was already smirking—as if he had read her mind. 

"My dear, these flimsy excuses for keeping your distance won't help you," he said smoothly. "Soon, you'll understand everything." 

Then, he turned and left the room, his presence as disruptive as a storm, scattering her thoughts and shaking her very being. 

Diana slapped her own cheek a few times. 'You brought this upon yourself. Now, you must endure it.' 

What if her father had simply accepted the fact that she would never awaken her wolf? What if her wolf had died? As for the curse… to her, it felt more like a legend. If only that mischievous boy hadn't bitten her when she turned sixteen, she wouldn't have been labeled as cursed. 

She shook her head. Now wasn't the time to dwell on the past. 

Rising from the bed, she took another look around. She expected servants to arrive at any moment, to tend to her needs. But hours passed, and no one came. 

So, she made her way to the bathroom, only to find a selection of extravagant dresses—each designed to accentuate her figure

'He really is planning to spend the night with me,' she thought, biting her lip. 

The mere thought of being touched by another man, she couldn't take it.