Page 10 of Claimed By the Alpha

I wasn’t pregnant.

Relief and disappointment fought against each other. Now, I was sure I was going insane.

I slumped down, sliding against the wall with the test in hand.

This was stupid, but the disappointment pushed away the relief, and I was left with only sadness.

It would make everything easier, at least for Isaac. They can pretend I didn’t hear them, pretend I didn’t know anything about pack business.

However, I knew what Isaac needed to get his life back—his pack back.

Was it the best reason to start a family? No, definitely not. But then why was my heart screaming, begging me to try again? Then why were tears forming in my eyes?

I was missing something I never had, never wanted, and never thought about.

With the tears still brimming in my eyes, I wondered why I didn’t get my period. If I wasn’t pregnant, was there something else wrong?

Sparks brushed over my skin, and I was lifted off the cold ground, embraced by his warm touch, soothed by his whisky scent.

“Why am I sad?” I whispered with a trembling voice, hating how weak I felt. But I knew I could be weak when he was near. I could bare myself to him, and he would still hold me, love me.

“When the time is right, we can try, little bird.”

I sighed, burying my face in his chest. “It was too soon, right?”

His arms around me tightened, and I closed my eyes, relaxed in his grip. The storm inside me slowly faded.

“A little bit.” He chuckled, trying to hide his true emotions, but I could feel it. The same turmoil, disappointment, and relief, but with him, relief took over.

I knew he was right, it was way too soon. But it wasn’t only that. He wasn’t telling me everything, another secret to add to the pile. I didn’t want to push him, knowing it was about his mate, knowing it would hurt him to talk about it.

I could understand why he feared it, me becoming pregnant. However, there was something more. And I couldn’t handle any more questions, it was becoming too much to carry.

So, I tried. “I know you are hiding something from me, and that’s okay. But eventually, you have to share it with me.”

His body tensed, and I glanced up, meeting his gaze, watching how the blue hue drifted through his eyes. “It isn’t that I don’t want a pup, I do. I just don’t want to lose you.”

“But who says something happens to me?”

His jaw clenched and the blue in his eyes drifted away, Logan hiding in the corner of his mind. “My bloodline is somewhat special; the wolves are stronger than others and it makes it dangerous for you to carry my pup.”

My brows knitted together, and I needed more, but when a tear fell, and wetted his cheek, a part of me broke for him.

“Normally, you can turn into your wolf after your eighteenth birthday, but Blackwoods can from birth, even in the womb.”

I gulped, realizing how his mate had died. His child did. Was this what the stranger meant?

“Oh, my—” Fear spread inside me, making me tremble.

“It’s going to be okay; I try to be careful, but you make it impossible sometimes.” He smiled, but it couldn’t hide the pain in his eyes.

Pieces started to blend together, and so much became clearer. How he tried not to come inside me, how he cursed when he did. He was protecting me in a way. Maybe if we did try, the baby wouldn’t have a wolf, seeing I didn’t have one.

I turned in his hold, warping my legs around his waist, and let my fingers rake through his hair, enjoying how long it had become.

I wanted to take everything from him, take all the pain he carried. He might think he needed to carry me, but we were in this together. Till the end.

“How do I make it impossible?” I teased, needing to think of something else. Feel something else.

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