Chapter 152

Chapter 152:

“You are carrying the heir to the throne. The next Alpha King is in your womb.”

Her words echoed in my head again, sending a chill down my spine.

I was pregnant with Damon’s child.

For several seconds, I repeated the words to myself, but my mind was blank. I didn’t know how to feel.

I didn’t know whether to be elated or devastated.

What was there to be happy about? I would be killed before I could even see my child.

I hated the life of a breeder.

I hated Damon.

I hated that I was helpless.

Why did I deserve this fate?

Did the Moon Goddess hate me that much?

I wished I could turn back time. I would have chosen my father’s path. I would have chosen to flee during the attack instead of seeking Damon’s help.

I missed my parents. I longed for them.

At least their presence would have reassured me.

But it wasn’t possible, as I belonged to the Alpha King now. My silver-grey eyes glistened with pain and sadness as they met Damon’s hazel ones.

A dreaded silence settled between us as our eyes communicated silently.

As if confirming my worst fears, his imposing figure stepped closer. He cleared his dry throat and casually pushed a strand of his midnight-black hair away from his forehead, giving him an almost divine, demigod-like appearance.

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I rolled my eyes in disgust as he stood proudly before me, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

“It’s true. My son is in your womb. This time, I have proof. I won’t let anyone play with my intelligence,” he said, pausing briefly. I could tell he was reflecting on how Rosa had deceived him with a fake baby bump.

“Everything you need will be provided. You don’t need to do anything. Alex will take you to your new room,” he explained, his voice emotionless.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at his cold, hardened gaze.

Maybe if we hadn’t had sex, I wouldn’t be in this situation. But there was no point in blaming myself. He was my master. My body, my soul, my spirit all belonged to him.

“You are not allowed to overthink, hurt yourself, or starve yourself in your condition. Since you’re one month along, you have eight months to deliver my heir. One wrong move, and I will end you!” he threatened, his harsh words causing my heart to shatter.

What was wrong with him?

Why was he sweet one minute and a complete jerk the next? Why was he so cruel and heartless? All he cared about was the safety of his son, but not mine.

I lowered my head, tears streaming down my face.

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