"Congratulations, miss, you're pregnant," the doctor said with a smile on his face.
"W- What?" I stuttered.
"You are pregnant," he confirmed with a serious face and handed me the test results.
I received them in a shaking hand and was surprised to see that he was not lying. I was two months pregnant.
I looked back at the doctor and noticed that he was smiling. Of course, he thought that being pregnant was a blessing to me, and maybe it would have been a blessing to me if the father was a nice man who cared about me, but no, that was not the case for me, that was not the kind of relationship I had with the father of my child.
My child's dad was tough and callous. He wasn't interested in me, let alone loving me. Love wasn't on the agenda.
He made it extremely clear to me, that I was just his sugar baby, a toy and a pet that he could use to get him off when he wanted it. But that was it. He did not love me.
And who was to blame him, anyway? How could he ever love a wolf-less, unwanted Omega such as myself, when someone like him, someone as strong, as intelligent, and as wealthy as Alpha Dean?
I was weak, and pathetic. My own family rejected me, too. My father abandoned my mother all those years ago, and forced me to be a servant to his evil second wife and her evil daughter.
No one within the pack had given a care about me, so why would the whole dominant Alpha of ours bother about me and my child?
This was the refrain that filled my brain as I stumbled out of the doctor's and got into the back of the taxi that would take me home. The moment I had the privacy of the vehicle, I burst into tears.
Why did this happen to me? How did I allow this to happen? Alpha Dean would kill me, he would hate me, he would dispose of me or sell me out to the rogues if he knew that I allowed this to happen.
I should be afraid at this point, I should be in fear for my life, so why was there a small part of happiness in my heart when I pictured a child growing inside me, the child the man and I had created together?
Because yes, even though Alpha Dean would never ever love me, I loved him. I loved him blind and with all my heart. I had loved him since the very first day that he hired me as his maid, I had loved him since he kissed me for the first time, touched me, and asked me to be his sugar baby.
Other women who had better conditions would have turned down the offer, but I was not lucky enough to do so, because few people knew that Alpha Dean was the only one who loved enough to cover medical bills of my mother.
No one else had taken the trouble, no one else had bothered to help us. Because in the Crimson Pack, who was concerned about a sick mother and an isolated Omega?
No one, only Alpha Dean did, so when he offered to cover my mother's medical bills for my body, I signed up.
The first night we slept together was pure magic. He was the first man I ever slept with, the thief of my virginity. He had been so gracious and kind, and he knew precisely how and where to touch me as if he had been touching me all his life.
And ever since that very first time, I had been addicted to him, addicted to his touch, smile, voice. And even though I knew at the end of the day that he would never love me, there was part of me that prayed and hoped that someday, someway, he would come to care for me even just a little bit as I cared for him.
Suddenly, something hit me.
Wait! Maybe this was it! Maybe this was the chance finally for him to take care of me. I knew that being pregnant with a man like he was in place was problematic, but nevertheless, Alpha Dean was not a monster.
He would not hurt my child, because after all our child would be his heir, his replacement as the future Alpha or Luna of the pack.
The thought of that made me smile and I was able to let some hope begin to germinate in me that maybe, just maybe things would be okay.
I made up my mind then, I would tell him that I was pregnant at this time. After all, he was entitled to know that he would be a father, and that we had borne the future Alpha or Luna of the pack.
I told the taxi to take us to the Crimson Pack House, and I got out slowly from the vehicle intending to locate Dean and tell him about my pregnancy.
It was 2:00pm in the afternoon, and hence I was aware that he would be at the office during this time. I was familiar with his schedule like the back of my hand. I knew everything regarding Dean. As noted earlier, I was addicted to him.
In just a couple of minutes, I was already standing in front of his office. I took a deep breath and knocked twice, but nothing. I knocked again but nothing was there, which was a bit odd.
Most often, Dean would answer the first knock, unless he was so engrossed in work that he didn't even pay attention to what was going on around him. In those cases, I literally had to just open the door and walk in.
It seemed this was one of those cases, so I breathed deeply, grasped the handle and pushed the door open.
Alpha, please, I need to talk to you about something," I began to say, but my words were stuck on my lips the moment my eyes absorbed the sight before me.
Yes, Dean was indeed in the room, but he was not alone. On his lap was a blonde woman who was tall and whose lips were kissing his with passion.
My blood ran cold. So that is why he did not hear my knock? Because he was busy stuffing his tongue in some other woman's mouth?
My heart shattered into two seeing the spectacle in front of me. I had to pinch myself quickly so that the tears would not ascend to my eyes, although my throat started contracting involuntarily.
Our relationship was a secret one. Dean ensured it was clear that he didn't want people to know we were sleeping together. So far as everyone else knew, I was just his maid, and there was no way I should be crying over this.
So I bit my lip and stifled my tears as I saw the only man I'd ever loved in my whole life, was kissing some other woman.
Alpha Dean saw that I was close, and he moved back from the woman when his gaze met mine.
"Ryina? What do you have to do here?" he growled, upset that I had interrupted.
It was then that the blonde woman turned as well, and I finally got to see her face clearly. When I saw her, the whole world went around in circles, and I was likely to faint.
Because I do know her. I do know who this blonde woman is. She's Lydia, my worst nightmare, my stepsister, who has been abroad the last three years.
I had actually hoped she would never come back, but now she is here, kissing the father of my baby.
Lydia's bright red lips curved into a big smile when she spotted me. "Hi, sister. It's wonderful to see you after all these years. Did you miss me?" she asked smiling.
To anyone else, she would be a sister who has just spotted a person she loves, but I knew that was not so. Lydia never loved me. In fact, if there is a worse word than hate, something that is crueller, then that is the word I would use to define what Lydia felt for me.
How did I know that, though? Well, for example, when we were 15 years old, Lydia pinned me down and shaved all my hair off because she was jealous of the fact that my hair was longer than hers. Then at age 18, she slashed all my clothes up with scissors because someone complimented what I was wearing and didn't compliment her.
Lydia might be my step-sister, but she was my nemesis, and my biggest tormentor. To this day, I was still somewhat in fear of her and what she could do to me.
It looked like I had stood there for too long, rooted to the doorway, because Dean glared at me.
"What is wrong with you, Ryina? Do you not have any manners? Welcome your sister properly." He snapped.
I snapped out of my reverie quickly and attempted to smile, but I couldn't even muster a fake one.
"Welcome back, sister," I croaked, having to push the words past my tear-swollen throat.
Dean's scowl deepened, and he growled at me. "Don't just stand there, Omega. Bow and welcome her properly because, as of today, Lady Lydia is no longer your simple sister. She is my bride-to-be and your future Luna, so show her some fucking respect," he sneered, and my heart came to a halt.
"W-What?" I stammered.
Lydia gave me a wide, bright smile and waved her hand in front of me, and I couldn't help but spot the large, glittering diamond ring on her finger.
Lydia smiled, "Isn't Dean the sweetest man in the world? Can you believe he proposed the minute I arrived on the plane?" She laughed. "But I guess he's so desperate to marry me, or maybe because he knows I'm pregnant with his child, the future alpha of the pack," Lydia said, and all the color left my face.
She was pregnant?
I couldn't even speak; I could only stand there and see Dean and Lydia cradle her still-flat stomach.
Dean got her pregnant? How? Lydia's been out of the country so when did it even happen?
And then, out of nowhere, I started remembering all those weird business meetings that Dean had seemed to conveniently travel out for.
He'd been seeing her.
So he had been sleeping with us both at the same time and got us both pregnant?
It was then that reality finally hit me. Oh dear goddess! I am pregnant with the man that my sister is going to marry!