His Unwanted Mate: The Supreme Alpha's Queen

Genevieve POV:

I woke up to the smell of mildew and stale water. I wasn't in the guest room. I was in the basement.

My head throbbed where I'd hit the pavement. I tried to sit up, but my body felt like lead.

The heavy steel door groaned open. Ignatz stood there, silhouetted by the light from the hallway.

"You ran," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "I give you a chance to confess with dignity, and you run like a coward."

"I was running for my life," I rasped, clutching my stomach. "You tried to kill our child."

"I tried to save my pack from embarrassment," he countered, stepping into the damp room. He looked at me with cold detachment. "Since you have so much energy, you can stay down here. The Omega quarters are too good for a fugitive."

"You can't keep me here," I said, struggling to my feet. "My father..."

"Your father is a nobody," Ignatz scoffed. "And even if he wasn't, no one enters Turner land without my permission. You are property, Genevieve. Broken property."

Everleigh appeared behind him, peering over his shoulder. She was wearing one of my silk robes.

"Is she still whining?" She wrinkled her nose at the damp smell. "Ignatz, baby, I need you upstairs. The baby is kicking."

"It's been three weeks, Everleigh," I said, leaning against the cold wall for support. "A pup doesn't kick at three weeks."

"Mine does," she smirked. "He's powerful. Unlike that thing inside you."

Ignatz turned to go, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Wait," I called out. "My mother's locket. It was in the bedroom. Please."

Ignatz paused. "Everleigh liked it. She said the silver matches her eyes. It's hers now."

"That's all I have left of her!"

"You have nothing!" Ignatz roared, the Alpha command slamming me back against the cinderblocks. "You exist because I allow it. Do not test my patience again."

He slammed the door, plunging me back into darkness.

I slid down the wall, curling into a ball to protect my stomach. I was trapped. But the crack in the seal was widening. My wolf wasn't just pacing anymore. She was clawing at the door of my mind, waiting for the moment to tear this house down brick by brick.