Page 67 of Forced Pregnant Mate

Something’s not right.

The person at the door keeps banging. I get more afraid with every knock. This isn’t just paranoia, either. My every instinct is screaming at me to run. I’m tempted to, but I feel that would somehow be worse.

When I open the door and see my father, I’m not entirely surprised, but the shock hits me hard.

“What are you doing here?” I growl at him. “Jack and Alpha Bailey will tear you apart just for being on their territory!”

“Oh, they really don’t wanna do that,” Father says in his smooth voice. “Then you’ll never find out what I did to Sam.”

My fear explodes in my chest, making it feel like huge butterflies are banging against my ribs, desperate to get out. It’s hard to draw a breath.

“What did you do?” I mutter, trying to hold in my tears.

“I told you, if you fucked with me, he’d pay the price. I meant what I said. You deserve everything that’s coming to you, Lena, and I want you to know that everything that happens to Sam is your fault.”

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, please don’t.”

“Oh, I don’t have to,” Father says. “If you come with me right now and take what punishment is coming to you, I’ll consider letting Sam go.”

The butterflies in my chest have gone into warp speed. There is no room in my chest for my heart to beat or my lungs to breathe. I feel dizzy, and sick. I know this isn’t good for my baby.

But what can I do?

I turn away from the door and try to run, flicking the screen on my phone to try and call Jack. I barely get two steps away from Father before he grabs my shoulder and flings me against the wall, making me drop my phone.

“No, no, no,” he says, tutting and shaking his head. “We won’t be having any of that. You’re playing dirty here, Lena, and I was trying to be nice, letting you have a chance to save your brother.”

“Please,” I can barely squeeze my voice out through my tight throat. “Whatever you’re going to do, please don’t.”

He smiles, leaning into my face. His eyes are cold, but gleaming with a sick kind of pleasure. The grin is an expression I learned to fear from a young age. A kind of self-satisfaction that means he has something especially nasty cooked up, and he can’t wait to see how I react to it.

“I can drag you out of here,” he hisses. “Or you can come with me. I warn you, if it’s the former, I will do terrible things to Sam, and I will make you watch.”

I’m frozen with fear. I don’t know what to do. Jack said he wouldn’t be long—could I stall Father somehow?

“Choose!” he shrieks. “Now!”

“Okay, okay,” I say, shaking my head. “I’ll come with you. Where are we going?”

“As if I’m going to tell you that,” he chuckles. “Get going.”

I push myself away from the wall, straightening up. I desperately want to leave some sign for Jack, but I don’t know what to do.

On a table by the door, there are a few ornaments and a little bowl for keys or loose change. When I get close to it, I slow down a little, bumping into Father.

“Watch where you’re going, you clumsy cow!” Father yells, shoving me.

I expected his reaction and make a big show of tripping and falling against the table. I manage to knock several little porcelain animals off the table, including the unicorn. Jack knows it’s my favorite, and I often touch it for luck before I go out.

He knows there is no way I’d leave it on the floor. Hopefully, it’s enough.

“Get moving,” Father grunts in exasperation. “You really are completely useless, and you always will be. It’s a fucking miracle that Jack wanted to marry you at all!”

I bite my tongue and walk down the drive towards Father’s truck. All my worst fears are coming true. My new life that I love so much is being destroyed before my eyes, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

I’m terrified for my baby, and for my brother. I have no idea what Father plans to do. But I know that this time, it’s going to be the absolute worst.

Please find me, Jack. Please save us. Save us all!

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