Letting Go as My Alpha’s Breeder Bears His Child

SAVANNAH

"How dare you?!"

The door slammed shut behind Evan, making the painting on the wall tremble, its rattling echo punctuating his outburst. I silently counted to three, willing myself to remain calm before looking up from the stack of papers I was reviewing. Another dramatic performance, courtesy of Cecily.

“How dare I what?” My tone was clipped, my boredom evident as I uncrossed my legs and stood to face him.

His eyes burned with fury, dark and unrelenting. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you these past weeks, but this has to stop. For goodness’ sake, Savannah, she’s carrying our child, and you seem determined to do everything in your power to make her lose the baby!”

Breathe, Savannah. Just breathe.

“Let me guess,” I said calmly, folding my arms. “She told you some wild story about me again, didn’t she? Like when she ‘accidentally’ got too close to the fire and blamed me for telling her to stand there. Or when she cut herself moving kitchenware because I supposedly told her to move them, even though there are omegas for that. Or the time she ‘almost fell’ down the stairs because she was supposedly rushing to answer my call, even though I wasn’t even in the packhouse?” I paused, tapping my temple mockingly. “Honestly, Evan, it’s exhausting how you can’t see through her constant lies. She’s full of bullshit, and you’re eating it up like a starved puppy.”

His hand shot out, lightning-fast, and wrapped around my neck. His wolf surged to the surface, blackening his eyes with rage. My wolf roared in response, and I shoved him back with every ounce of my strength, breaking his hold.

“Don’t you dare lay a hand on me,” I hissed, my voice like steel. “I’ve let you play the superior male, but don’t forget yourself, Evan. I’m an Alpha female, and I won’t tolerate this. I don’t care what Cecily said this time. I’ve had enough of her nonsense and your tantrums from it. Leave my room. I have work to do.”

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stepped closer. “No, Savannah. You’re the one who’s forgotten yourself. I’ve put up with your behavior long enough. Don’t push me any further, or there will be consequences—ones you won’t want to face. Do nothing to jeopardize this child, or—”

“Enough,” My voice was cold, my patience at its limit. “This conversation is over. Get out.” I pointed to the door, my gaze unwavering.

Evan glared at me, his anger palpable. Without another word, he turned sharply on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shudder.

I exhaled heavily, the sound filled with weariness as I sat on the edge of my bed. This was what we had become—constant fights, accusations flung like weapons, all because he refused to see her for what she truly was.

Whatever love we once shared was hanging by the thinnest thread, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it snapped entirely.

When it did, I’d walk away. But walking away would mean leaving everything behind, and Luther had made sure that I stayed away from the one man who could actually change things for me. Another sigh escaped my lips and I decided to go find something to eat because Evan had managed to completely ruin my mood and disrupt my focus.

As I stepped into the packhouse kitchen, the chatter of the two omegas present instantly ceased. Their heads bowed low, their voices soft with deference. “Luna.”

I nodded briefly, about to respond, when her voice cut through the air like poisoned honey.

“Luna,” Cecily cooed, her tone dripping with false sweetness like it did whenever people were present. “I didn’t realize you were here. You could have sent for me. I would have brought whatever you needed to you.”

I turned slowly to face her, my patience razor-thin. “Save it, Cecily. You’ve won. I have no interest in playing your games anymore, so drop the act.”

Her eyes widened in mock surprise, one of her hands fluttering to her chest then the other reached for me, “Luna, I’m sorry if my—”

“Don’t.” I stepped back before she touched me, cutting her off sharply. “Don’t touch me.”

And then it happened.

Her eyes flickered with triumph just before she stumbled backward like I had pushed her, landing on the floor with an exaggerated cry. “My stomach!”

Shock rendered me immobile for a moment even worse, blood began to seep through her dress, staining the fabric in deep crimson.

“No,” I whispered, my mind racing.

Evan burst into the kitchen, his gaze filled with shock snapping to Cecily on the floor before settling on me. His expression hardened instantly, his voice icy and accusing.

“What have you done, Savannah?”