Alpha King's Regret: Chasing His Pregnant Queen

(Olivia's POV)

My mate Alexander, Alpha King of Southern Territory, had raised me since I was five years old after rescuing me from a rogue wolf attack.

I had a crush on my "Uncle Alexander" since I was pup. So I was overwhelmed by joy when we recognized as mate after my first shift.

When he handed me a mating contract, asking me to help him produce an heir, I accepted without hesitation.

But when I became pregnant and wanted to surprise him, his ex-girlfriend returned.

The Alpha King who spoiled me before disappeared. Alexander said coldly, "Liv, let’s sever our mate bond. I promised Victoria that I would make her my Queen. I owe her that."

Even when I was kidnapped and nearly lost my pup, he stayed by that she-wolf's side.

I finally gave up and called Marcus, the Alpha King heir of Northern Territory: "Come pick me up in three days."

But when I left, the powerful Alpha King went crazy, begging me back.

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"Queen, King is back." I was just stepping through the front door of the Royal Palace after a long day at the pack healer university when our house keeper Martha's excited voice reached my ears.

My mate Alexander was the Alpha King who ruled over hundreds of packs across the Southern Territory. He was constantly traveling to maintain order and settle disputes between the various Alphas under his command.

My heart skipped a beat. Alexander was back! I hadn't seen him in two weeks.

"Really?" I couldn't hide the excitement in my voice.

Martha nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, His Majesty King Alexander is in the study upstairs with Beta James and Royal Gamma Marcus. They've just returned from the border war with the Northern packs." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "He even brought you a gift. Go quickly."

I beamed at her, my face flushing with happiness. Alexander always brought me little gifts when he returned from his royal duties.

"Thank you, Martha!" I quickly kicked off my shoes and replaced them with house slippers.

The pregnancy test report in my hand suddenly felt heavy. I'd just picked up the results from the pack clinic on my way home. Positive. I was carrying Alexander's child.

I hurried to my room first, my heart pounding in my chest. This wasn't something I wanted to blurt out in the middle of the hallway or with Beta James present. I carefully tucked the report into the back of my closet.

At eighteen, I was young to be pregnant, even by werewolf standards. I'd only experienced my first shift a few months ago, and that's when my wolf, Cora, had recognized Alexander as our mate. It had been shocking to both of us.

Alexander had raised me since I was five years old after rescuing me from a rogue wolf attack that killed my parents. He was 13 years older than me. He'd always been "Uncle Alexander" to me, until suddenly, he wasn't.

The Moon Goddess had chosen him as my mate, turning my childhood crush into something far more significant.

The excitement bubbled up in me again. I couldn't wait to surprise him with the news, but not yet. The pregnancy was too early for him to detect by scent. I wanted to choose the perfect moment to tell him.

I quickly changed out of my university clothes, pulling on one of Alexander's favorite henley shirts. It swamped my petite frame, falling to mid-thigh, but I knew he loved seeing me in his clothes. It made his wolf feel possessive in the best way.

I checked my reflection in the mirror, fluffing my long brown hair and pinching my cheeks for color. Perfect. I hurried through the palace corridors toward his royal study, too excited to even knock. I simply pushed the door open.

"Alexander, I heard you brought me a gift?" The words tumbled from my lips before I fully took in the scene before me.

The royal study was a testament to Alexander's power - floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with ancient texts and modern military strategies, maps of the entire Southern Territory covering one wall, and a massive mahogany desk that had belonged to Alpha Kings for generations.

Beta James stood near the window, his posture rigid with military discipline.

But it was Alexander who truly held my attention. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. Six-foot-four of royal dominance. His broad shoulders filled out his tailored military jacket perfectly, emphasizing his powerful physique.

The jacket bore the golden insignia of the Southern Territory - a symbol that commanded instant obedience from every Alpha across hundreds of packs.

His dark hair was slightly disheveled from battle, and a five o'clock shadow accentuated his sharp jawline. Even seated behind his massive desk, his presence commanded the room.

But my wolf bristled instantly, sensing a threat when I saw a stunning blonde woman perched on Alexander's desk.

She had positioned herself so close to Alexander that her face was mere inches from his, her long legs dangling provocatively as she swung her expensive high heels back and forth.

My heart stopped when I saw her bare foot sliding along Alexander's thigh, the pointed tip of her shoe trailing dangerously close to his lap.

"What are you doing?" The words exploded from my lips before I could stop them, my voice shaking with fury.

Both Alexander and the woman looked up, startled by my sudden entrance.

"Olivia," he said, clearing his throat and subtly shifting away from the woman. "I didn't expect you home so early."

I stood frozen in the doorway, my smile fading. "Classes ended early," I managed to say, my eyes still fixed on the strange woman. Who was she? Why was she in our den?

Alexander cleared his throat. "This is Victoria Blackwood, an old friend" he said, gesturing to the beautiful stranger. "Victoria, this is Olivia Stone, my..." He hesitated, and my heart sank. "My Queen."

"So this is the famous little Queen," she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. "She really is as young as you said, Alexander. How... sweet."

The emphasis on 'young' stung like a slap. I was well aware of the thirteen-year age gap between Alexander and me. At thirty-one, he had already been Alpha King for ten years when I came into his life.

Victoria slid gracefully from the desk, but as her feet touched the floor, she suddenly stumbled, letting out a small gasp of pain.

Without thinking, Alexander immediately moved to steady her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist to keep her upright. Victoria leaned heavily into him, her body pressed against his chest, her face tilted up toward his.

For one horrifying moment, I thought she was going to kiss him. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes fluttering closed as she swayed closer to Alexander's mouth.

From an angle Alexander couldn't see, she looked at me provocatively, a scornful smile curling her lips as she silently mouthed, "Contract Queen?"

My blood went cold. Who was she? Did Alexander even tell her about our contract?

My wolf roared to the surface, demanding action.

"Get your hands off him!" I snarled, lunging forward.

I reached for Alexander's arm, trying to pull him away from her, my other hand raised to slap the smug expression right off Victoria's perfect face. How dare she? In my own den, with my own mate?

But before my palm could connect with her cheek, Alexander's hand shot out, catching my wrist in an iron grip.

"Enough!" he commanded, his Alpha voice booming through the room.

I stared at him in shock.

"Go back to your room, Olivia," he said, his golden eyes hard as stone. "I am discussing important matters with Victoria."

"But Alexander—" I began.

"Now, Olivia," Alexander's voice carried the unmistakable edge of an Alpha command, making me flinch.

The dismissal hit me like a physical blow. In front of this woman who had been practically seducing him, he was sending me away like a misbehaving child.

Victoria smiled triumphantly from within the circle of Alexander's arms, her earlier 'injury' seemingly forgotten as she stood perfectly steady.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, a mixture of humiliation and rage. Without another word, I turned and fled from the room, my heart breaking with every step.

Back in my room, I paced furiously, my wolf clawing at me from within. Who was that woman? And why had Alexander brought her to our den? Our safe space, our sanctuary?

I changed out of Alexander's henley shirt, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable in it. It was as if Victoria's calculating eyes could still see me, judging me for wearing my mate's clothes like a child playing dress-up.

I had just pulled on one of my own sweaters when I heard the heavy footsteps approaching my door.

The door opened without a knock. Alexander strode in, his presence immediately filling the room. Despite my anger, my heart stuttered at the sight of him. He was so handsome it was almost painful to look at him.

"This is for you," he said, extending a small gift box toward me.

I took it, my fingers brushing against his. Even that slight contact sent electricity through my body. Six months of being marked as his mate, and I still reacted like a lovesick teenager around him. Which, technically, I was.

"Who was that woman?" I asked, not opening the gift. "Why did you bring her here?"

Alexander's jaw tightened. "I told you. She's just a friend."

"Friend?" I repeated incredulously, my wolf bristling. "I've known you for so long, and I've never seen you have such a friend." I placed the gift on my nightstand unopened. "And if she's just a friend, why bring her to our den?"

Our den was sacred space in werewolf culture. You didn't bring outsiders in unless they were family or extremely close.

Alexander's expression remained unreadable. We might be mated, but it was not based on love. It was just a contract based on the Moon Goddess’s choice.

"You're overreacting, Olivia," he said, moving closer to me.

Before I could back away, he grabbed my hands, raising them above my head and pinning me against the wall. My breath caught in my throat.

"Are you jealous, little one?" His voice dropped to a dangerous growl that made my knees weak.

"Let me go," I demanded, trying to free myself from his grasp. I twisted my body, fighting against his hold, but only succeeded in causing my sweater to shift, exposing half of my left breast.

Alexander's eyes instantly darkened, turning from golden to a deep crimson red—the mark of an Alpha in the grip of desire. I remembered suddenly that he'd been gone for two weeks, fighting at the border. Two weeks without touching me.

"We have two hours before dinner," he murmured, glancing at his watch. His free hand traced the exposed curve of my breast, making me shiver. "More than enough time."

Before I could protest, he had lifted me effortlessly into his arms. Despite my irritation at being manhandled, my body responded to his touch, betraying me as it always did. He carried me to our bathroom, kicking the door closed behind us.

Even after six months of being intimate with Alexander, I still felt shy around him. He placed me on the bathroom counter, the cool marble a stark contrast to my heated skin. I tried to close my legs, but Alexander moved between them, forcing them apart with his powerful thighs.

One of his large, rough hands gripped my bottom, while the other kneaded my breast through my sweater. His touch was possessive, demanding, igniting a fire within me that quickly consumed any remaining anger.

"Alexander," I breathed, unable to form a more coherent thought.

I could feel him hard against me, pressing insistently at the junction of my thighs. In one swift movement, he tore my panties away, the fabric giving way as easily as tissue paper.