Elin’s POV

Before the banquet ended, I slipped out of the castle quietly. No one cared about my presence anyway.

A black car suddenly pulled up beside me, and Beta Erikson stepped out. I tensed, glancing nervously into the car.

“Alpha Aaron is still at the banquet,” Erikson said respectfully. “He asked me to take Miss Morgan to the hospital for a check-up.”

My heart lurched. Had that man seen me retching? Did he think I was pregnant too?

Panic surged within me, and I clutched my body tightly, my voice sharp and low. “Tell Alpha Aaron not to worry. I’m definitely not pregnant!”

“Miss Morgan, it’s better to get checked at the hospital. If something’s wrong, we can address it early. I’ve already arranged things with the hospital,” Erikson said, opening the back door and gesturing for me to get in.

In that moment, I wanted to turn and run. I couldn’t let the child in my belly—if there was one—be killed on Aaron’s orders. Right, the woman in my dream, the one also pregnant with Aaron’s child, had to be Saira, didn’t it?

Sorrow overwhelmed me again, but my wolf hadn’t awakened. I couldn’t fight a powerful Alpha wolf, so I obediently got into the car.

Or… maybe I could find another chance to escape. If I was really pregnant, I wouldn’t let them slaughter me and my child.

*

Perhaps the Moon Goddess didn’t want me to suffer more. After the doctor’s examination, I wasn’t pregnant—just dealing with a stomach issue.

I breathed a sigh of relief, picked up some medication for my stomach, and headed to the parking lot.

The night air was chilly, and I sneezed twice, shivering, eager to get into the car for warmth.

But when Erikson opened the back door for me, my body froze.

The car’s interior was dim. From my angle, I could just make out a pair of long legs clad in black dress pants, elegantly crossed. A strong, defined hand rested on a knee, exuding power, and even the Patek Philippe on his wrist gleamed with a cold, refined light in the darkness.

“Miss Morgan, please get in,” Erikson prompted.

I turned to run, unwilling to face the cold, dangerous man inside. But my wrist was caught, and I stumbled into the car, crashing into his solid chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

His low, mocking voice laughed in my ear, his large hand gripping my waist, pinning me in his embrace.

I bit my lip. He was right—where could I run to in the entire Westia territory?

I didn’t struggle further, instead turning my back to him and saying coldly, “I’m not pregnant. You can rest easy now.”

There was no response behind me, just the sound of his breathing. Maybe he was celebrating in silence.

The memory of my dream—him ordering the doctor to cut open my belly and rip out our bloodied child—made my heart seize, my body turning cold.

“Good,” Aaron said quietly. Was I imagining things, or did I detect a hint of disappointment in his voice?

No, it couldn’t be. He was probably just relieved.

As I thought this, my phone suddenly rang. It was Fiona. I didn’t want to answer—God knows what she’d say, especially with this dangerous man beside me.

But Aaron frowned, his voice impatient. “Answer it.”

I reluctantly swiped to accept the call, and Fiona’s voice exploded in the car.

“Elin, where are you?”

“I’m outside, getting some air.”

“But tonight, you have to meet that man. I’ve already arranged it with Mrs. Sinclair. Her son’s only a Delta, but I think…”

Before she could finish, I hung up quickly. But Aaron leaned closer, his mocking voice hissing through his teeth. “So eager?”

I bit my lip, lowering my head. “Mom’s worried my wolf won’t awaken. Marrying a man might be a good choice.”

“A Delta. Quite a fine choice,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm from his nostrils. My cheeks burned, but I shot back, “Better than being a shameless mistress.”

“You sure about that?” Aaron’s tall frame loomed over me, his voice icy. “Little Kitten, do you think I’m dead?”

Before I could respond, he turned to Erikson in the front. “Stop the car. Get out.”

“No!” I knew what would happen once Erikson left, but before I could resist, his fierce kiss landed on my lips.

Erikson obediently pulled the car to the side of the road by a large tree and stepped out.

The elongated car cabin was spacious and comfortable. Aaron kissed me while unfastening my dress. I’d clearly angered him—would this be another wild, punishing fuck? It was his style.

“No…” I felt dizzy, probably from low blood sugar, heightened by my nerves.

But Aaron had already parted my legs, making me straddle his waist, his lips finding my carotid artery—a sensitive spot, the place where werewolf mates are marked. My body shuddered, and in that moment, I wished his teeth would sink in.

Mark me! Then I could openly bear his pup.

But his teeth only grazed my neck lightly before his scorching lips trailed downward, landing on my breasts. He took my full nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. I moaned, trembling, pleasure overwhelming me as his hot, hard cock pressed against me, ready to thrust in.

I craved his penetration—every time he fucked me, it drove me to blissful oblivion. But my head was spinning so badly I feared I might actually die under his relentless assault.

“Uncle, stop…” I struggled to push him away. “My blood sugar’s low…”

He stopped abruptly, his deep blue eyes staring at me in the darkness, like a hunter eyeing captured prey.

My hot tears silently spilled into his palm as I shook my head softly. “I haven’t eaten anything…”

He frowned, then slowly released me, his scorching, rigid cock still pressing against me, making my heart race.

*

Aaron carried me to the house he’d bought for me and set me on the bed. My body instinctively shrank back. He’d spared me in the car—would he make up for it now? But he turned and left.

I thought he was leaving. Though I wanted him to stay, I wouldn’t say it.

In a daze, a few minutes passed before my head was lifted, and Aaron’s low voice sounded above me. “Get up and eat.”

I opened my eyes, unable to believe the steaming bowl of spaghetti on the table.

The high-and-mighty Alpha Aaron, cooking for me?

“It was Erikson,” Aaron said, as if reading my thoughts, his tone light.

After eating, my strength returned. Aaron wiped my mouth with a napkin, but I grabbed his hand, saying urgently, “I said we’re done. You haven’t given me an answer.”

“Getting bold, are you?” A cold smirk curved his lips. “There’s only one answer: don’t bring it up again.”

“But I regret it. I never should’ve provoked you two years ago.” Tears welled in my eyes, but I stubbornly held them back.

“It’s too early for regrets,” he said cryptically, pulling me toward his arms. But his phone rang suddenly.

He glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing, but he answered. A woman’s voice came through. Aaron responded with a simple “Mm,” then hung up and left.

My heart sank, a sharp pain spreading through my chest. Was that Saira calling just now?