Pregnant With My Alpha Guardian's Pup

Chapter 3

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aw, an unmarried Omega carrying an unverified child could be locked away in a containment ward, stripped of all legal autonomy until the Alpha determ

ook. "I need to use the

med his knuckles against the fireplace mantel, watching

m, slipped past the kitchen corridor, and pushed through the heavy wooden side

and pulled out the broken halves of the pregnancy test, wrapped in the toilet paper from earlier-and b

trash bin near the stone wall, lift

round my right w

nd, slamming back against the stone wall. J

back on my own estate?" he snarled, his grip t

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le wall of muscle. He caught my left wrist before I could break free, then pinned both w

commanded, his Alpha tone v

y test rolled into the ivy at the base of the stone wall and

d, bearing the crest of Silvercreek Design Studios, a luxur

paper. The air went cold en

nd smoothed the crinkled edges. His eyes scanned the he

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oice deceptively soft. "You tried to sneak a

rk with honors at Pack Academy's Design School. I only have the final submissi

of fabric on your back, every bite of food you choke down, the roof over your

ore the thick parchment in

the night air, scattering acros

pressed against mine. His fingers dug into the nape of my neck. "As lon

and dragged me bac

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“I stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, my stomach twisting into a violent knot. I was just a low-ranking Omega ward of the Hardin family, secretly pregnant by my terrifying guardian, the Pack Alpha, Jameson Small. When he suddenly returned, his suffocating Alpha aura crushed me. He noticed my scent was masked by bitter herbs and immediately ordered the Pack Doctor to draw my blood. I tried to escape, but he caught me. He tore up my secret job application to a distant territory and locked me in my bedroom, intending to supervise the blood test himself. My adoptive parents didn't even try to protect me. They just told me to stop embarrassing the family and obey his every command. When I resisted, he pinned me against his desk, his hand wrapped tightly around my throat. If he found out about the baby, I would be locked in his gilded cage forever. So, I made a desperate gamble. I let the harsh side effects of the herbs trigger a bloody, fake miscarriage right in front of him. "You caused this!" I screamed, blaming his violent Alpha command for tearing my cycle apart. Seeing the blood pooling on the floor, the invincible Alpha froze in utter shock and guilt. While he was consumed by his mistake, I packed my bags and fled to the neutral Pack Academy. This time, I would hide my child and finally break free.”