Page 56 of Surprise Baby for My Fated Alpha

I backed up instinctively, my mind racing.Orion, where are you?I thought desperately, knowing I was completely alone.

“How ... how did you find me?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. Panic surged through me as I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

“Oh, there’s always someone willing to betray the mighty Orion,” he taunted, pulling me closer. “But that’s not your concern right now. Your concern is me.”

I struggled against him, my heart racing, as I realized the mansion was surrounded—his forces had infiltrated, and the guards who were supposed to protect me were nowhere to be seen.

“Let go of me!” I screamed, struggling, as Marcosias dragged me down the hall. His grip was like iron, unyielding. “Get off me!” I kicked and fought, but it was no use. He was too strong.

“Keep struggling, Luna,” he sneered. “It’ll make this more fun.”

“Orion will come for me!” I spat, trying to yank my arm free, but the cold sting of fear washed over me when I realized how powerless I was in his grasp.

He just laughed. “I’m counting on it.”

Before I could say anything else, I was shoved into a van. “No! No, let me go!” My hands were bound, my wrists burning as I struggled. I barely noticed the sharp pain in my arm until it was too late. “What did you ... inject me with ...?”

Everything started to blur, the world around me fading into a haze. “No ... no ...” My voice was weak now, distant. I couldn’t hold on.

When I woke up, I was in darkness. “Where ... where am I?” My head pounded. My limbs felt like they were weighed down by stones. I tried to move, but my body refused to cooperate.

“I can’t ... I can’t even think straight ...” I muttered, my thoughts sluggish, the drug still coursing through my veins, making everything spin every time I tried to sit up. “Please. Please.” My voice was barely a whisper now. I could feel the panic building, but I was too weak to do anything.

Marcosias stood over me, watching me with cruel satisfaction.

“You see, Luna, this could have been avoided,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with venom. “But I need you. And you’re going to help me, whether you like it or not.”

I tried to focus, my vision swimming. "Help you?" My words slurred as I forced them out. "I’ll never help you."

“Oh, but you will,” he said, crouching beside me. “You see, I had everything planned out perfectly. I had Elena approach you and tell you about my ritual plans, and to my greatest surprise you had a vision, and that’s when I knew I had to strike. You fell into my trap the moment you suggested he find the artifact before me. I needed Orion to leave to make it easier for me to get you. You see, I don’t need the artifact for the ritual. But Orion is out there looking for it.”

“W … What?”

“Lovely plan, right?” he said, laughing hysterically.

“You … you are such a twisted person.”

“I’m many things. No doubt twisted is one of them. You see, I have an old friend that’s a witch, and she was the one that told me about the ritual. I want to be the most powerful Alpha in history, and to achieve that I must use the heart of a seer for a ritual. It’s either I make use of the artifact or your heart, Luna. As you know, I don’t have the liberty of time to look for something that has been buried for over a century. So, my dear, I will have to kill you soon, but don’t get scared yet. I’m not allowed to kill you until you have taken this potion for three days.”

I wanted to scream, to fight back, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. Marcosias had drugged me enough to weaken my abilities, to keep me disoriented. But not enough to break my spirit—yet.

Marcosias leaned in close, his voice dripping with malice. “Well, before I take your life, you can tell me what your last wish is.”

I clenched my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response, even as I felt my body betray me, still sluggish from the drug. But then—there was a sudden commotion outside the room.

What’s that?I thought, straining to hear. My heart raced when I recognized the voice.Miranda?

Her voice was frantic, high-pitched, causing a scene. “She’s ... she’s trying to distract them.”

Marcosias cursed, his smirk vanishing as he shot up. “Damn it. Stay here,” he growled, glaring down at me before storming out of the room.

I lay there, struggling to keep my eyes open, fighting to stay conscious. My head swirled, but I clung to the last shreds of my strength, trying to push the drug’s effects away.

My vision blurred, the edges of everything swirling, as I fought to stay conscious. A few moments later, I heard footsteps approaching—light, hesitant—and through the haze, I recognized her.

“Miranda?” My voice was weak, barely a whisper.

She rushed over, her face pale with worry. “Luna, what has he done to you?” She knelt beside me, gently shaking my shoulders.

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