Page 29 of Claimed By Two Alphas

I wanted to tell him I was already pregnant, that he was too late, but what if that pushed him over the edge and he killed me? I was useless to him. You couldn’t impregnate an already pregnant person.

So I kept my lips pressed tightly together, refusing to say a word. I was too afraid I’d blurt out the truth and die a painful death. I was too young. I had my whole life ahead of me, and even if I was confused about having a baby, I didn’t want anything to happen to my unborn child. He or she was a part of me, was a part of Joshua and Delvin. Did it matter to me which brother had knocked me up? No, because we were a team, and now I saw that. I saw what Joshua was trying to tell me.

No one was messing with a teammate. No one, like Janie, was going to bully one of us. Only I might have come to that realization too late.

And then I cocked my head. Why did this room seem so familiar? It was nagging me that I knew where I was, yet I couldn’t recall where I was. Then it hit me like a freight train at top speed. The picture on the wall. The nightstand next to the bed.

This was my bedroom. Nezat had switched out the curtains and bed, had lit a hundred candles that could, at any second, catch those lacy curtains on fire and burn my house down.

But it was my bedroom. I was sure of it.

That only made me miss Delvin and Joshua even more. My heart ached to be near them, to be in their arms, for their protection against this lunatic. I’d fallen in love with them, and right now, all I wanted was to see their faces, to hear their voices, and feel their touch on my skin.

Nezat had said something else, but I hadn’t heard him. That pesky nausea rolled up the back of my throat. I shot past him and ran to my bathroom—seeing the bathroom only confirmed I was in my own house—and hurled into the toilet. When I was done, the room started spinning. I washed my mouth in the sink as I reached over and flushed the toilet.

The door to the bathroom shook then split in half. The floor under my feet shook. I gripped the edge of the sink for balance. It felt like an earthquake as things on my shelf over the toilet bounced and rattled.

Nezat figured it out. He knows I’m already pregnant. I felt the blood drain from my face as I white-knuckled the sink. He’s going to kill me.

Nezat stood in the hallway, just outside the bathroom door. He was no longer the handsome man, the wolf in sheep’s clothing, so to speak. Gone was his suit, replaced by a red body and horns protruding from his black hair. He wore a loin cloth around his middle, and his fingernails were black claws.

I was seeing his true image. He opened his mouth and hissed at me, showing off sharp teeth. “You ruined everything,” he snarled.

Fear froze me to the spot for a moment, and then my adrenaline kicked in. I shot past him, ducked around his grabby hands, and raced down the stairs, nearly tumbling and sprawling on the floor. But I regained my footing and ran for the front door.

Nezat appeared out of thin air, blocking my escape. I spun and ran for the back door, knocking over one of the kitchen chairs behind me.

Nezat materialized again.

There was no way for me to escape. I backed away, clutching my stomach, fear running rampant inside of me. “You d-don’t have t-to do this.” I held up one hand as if that could hold him off. “You can j-just let m-me go.”

Nezat snapped his fingers. One second I stood in the middle of my kitchen, alone, and the next, Dillon and Casey were beside me. They looked around, their eyes wide, before they whipped their heads back around to stare at Nezat.

“What the hell?” Dillon demanded.

“Oh shit,” Casey whispered.

“You three were my future,” Nezat snarled. “You were supposed to breed many, many of my offspring. You were my chosen ones.”

Dillon looked at me. “Why are you here?”

I still had a hand pressed against my stomach. “The same reason you’re here.”

His gaze dropped to my gut before he looked at Nezat. “I’m guessing you’re pregnant.”

“Yep,” I said. “Nezat wasn’t too happy when he found out.”

“Why is he so red?” Casey asked. “Why does he look like that?”

“Because it’s the true him,” I said. “I guess foiling his plan really pissed him off.”

“My mates will be going nuts right now,” Dillon whispered, as if Nezat was incapable of hearing us ten feet away. “They’ll know I’m gone. I was cuddled up to them while we slept.”

“Jack and Ken are probably trying to tear this town apart to find me,” Casey said. “We were in the middle of watching a movie together.”

“Nezat knocked Joshua out,” I added. “I don’t know if he’s come to yet, and if he hasn’t, then I doubt Delvin knows I’m gone.”

“Silence!” Nezat flung an arm out, and the next thing I knew, Dillon flew away from us, slamming into a wall. He dropped to the floor, unmoving.

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