Page 5 of Abandoned By My Alpha Husband

No.

"Hey, when was your last period?" Jenny bit her apple, suddenly serious.

I stood there, dazed.

When?

I... I didn't remember.

My periods had never been regular anyway.

"Elena?" Jenny set down her apple and grabbed my arm. "You're white as a sheet. Don't tell me you really—"

"I'm getting a pregnancy test." I cut her off, grabbed my jacket, and bolted. "I'll be right back."

Half an hour later, I sat on the bathroom floor, back against the cold tile, staring at three pregnancy tests lined up neatly on the sink.

Every single one showed two lines.

I was pregnant.

Outside the door, Jenny's voice came carefully. "Elena? You okay? Want me to come in?"

"I'm fine." I heard myself say, voice floating like someone ease's. "Just... I need a minute."

"Okay." Jenny paused. "If you need help, you know I'm here. Just shout if you need anything."

Her footsteps faded.

I slowly stood and looked at myself in the mirror.

My stomach was still flat. No visible change. But I knew a life was growing inside.

A stranger's child.

My hand moved unconsciously to my belly. I remembered high school biology. If the father was a werewolf, abortion would be extremely dangerous. The mortality rate three times higher than normal.

You want to keep this child.

I startled. The voice in my head spoke again, certain and undeniable. It had been there for three months, popping up occasionally, snarling impatiently, telling me to find that man.

How was I supposed to find him? VIP client identities were confidential. And if he'd wanted to find me, he wouldn't have left that morning.

I couldn't help touching my belly, fingers stroking gently. I didn't know what this voice was, but it struck the deepest part of my heart. Yes, I wanted to keep it. Even though I knew it would be hard. But I couldn't let go.

This child would be my first family after Dad died. Would fill the void that had stretched from childhood until now.

The phone suddenly rang. I answered. "Hello?"

"Ms. Elena Windsor?" It was the school registrar. "Regarding your enrollment, the start date has been confirmed. Can you report?"

I walked out of the bathroom and stared at the acceptance letter on the table. Finally, voice hoarse: "Can I defer enrollment? I need to handle some things."

After a few seconds of silence, they agreed. I hung up, took a deep breath, heart pounding. I knew I'd made a decision. And this decision might turn my life upside down.

The pain came suddenly at three a.m., months later.

I crawled out of bed and woke Jenny. She helped me into the bathroom, laid towels in the tub, and helped me sit.