Methis Delis POV
I knew I shouldn’t have asked, but I couldn’t help it. I was curious about him, the man who had taken me from my world and made me his. The man who rarely spoke to me, but whose touch ignited a fire in me. The man who was the alpha of the wolves, and who had a secret that no one knew. And then, being children, knew no better. They had gone off, telling me as much as they knew innocently, not knowing it was going to put them in trouble.
“Please don’t blame them, Beta. It was my fault. I wanted to know more about him.” I said, looking at the young wolves who had been scolded by Beta for telling me stories about the alpha. They had said he was brave, strong, ruthless, and mysterious. They had said he had a scar on his chest that he never showed anyone. They had said he had a past that haunted him.
Beta smiled gently and shook his head. He was the alpha’s right-hand man, and the only one who treated me kindly. He was like an older brother to me, and I trusted him.
“Methis, you don’t need to know more about him. It won’t do you any good. He is not someone you can understand or love. He is not someone who can love you back.” He said softly, his eyes full of pity.
I felt a pang in my heart, but I nodded. I knew he was right. I was just a tool to the alpha, a way to satisfy his needs and produce his heirs. I had no illusions about our relationship, and I knew my place.
He handed me a file and said, “This is for you. It’s information about your loved ones in the human world. I hope it will make you happy.”
I took the file with trembling hands and opened it. Inside were photos of my father, my stepmother, and my friends. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I saw their faces. They looked happy and healthy.
I looked at Beta with gratitude and asked, “How did you get this?”
He shrugged and said, “I have my ways. Don’t worry, they are safe and well. Your stepmother didn’t lie to you. She used the money we gave her to treat your father’s illness. He has recovered now.”
I felt a surge of relief and joy. My father was alive and well. He was the only family I had left after my mother died when I was young. He was a university professor, strict with me but also very loving. He had remarried after my mother’s death, but he never had more children. He loved me very much.
I hugged the file to my chest and said, “Thank you, Beta. Thank you so much.”
He smiled and hugged me back. He said, “You’re welcome, Methis. You deserve some happiness in this life.”
I felt warm inside as if someone had lit a candle in my dark world.
But then I felt something else, something wrong. I felt nauseous and started vomiting.
"Oh God, not now please." I murmured under my breath. I didn't want to fall sick now, not here.
Beta noticed something was wrong. "Methis?" He asked, looking at me, "Are you okay?".
I responded by throwing up at his feet again.
* * *
Beta took me to the medical ward, with I barely understood what was happening, still very delirious. He called for the doctor and asked him to check on me.
The doctor examined me, quickly clinically. As I lay on the soft bed, feeling awkward but better, he walked up to me, a smile on his face and said, “Congratulations, Methis. You’re pregnant.”
I heard him well enough, but I could only groan as another pain shot up through my back.
I felt a shock run through me. Pain? How could that be? I had been careful to take the pills that Beta gave me every day to prevent the pain.
"It's... painful." I groaned deliriously.
Beta looked at me with surprise and concern. He said, “Methis, how did this happen? Did you forget to take the pills?”
I shook my head and said, “No, Beta. I took them every day. I swear.”
The doctor frowned and said, “That’s strange. The pills are very effective. There must be some other reason for this.”
He took out a device and scanned my belly. He said, “Well, as you know. This is not a normal pregnancy. This is a special pregnancy.”
"Because of the surrogacy?"
"Because of the bloodline Methis." The doctor said, giving me a funny look. I understood, I was supposed to know this already, understand it. I was the one carrying the child, wasn't I?
He showed me the screen of the device and pointed at a spot that glowed brighter than the rest.
He said, “Do you see this? This is the mark of the alpha’s bloodline. It means that your child is not only his offspring, but also his heir.”
He looked at me with awe and said, “Methis, do you realize what this means? You have conceived the alpha’s heir with his bloodline mark. This is very rare and very precious.”
He continued, “This also means that your child will inherit some of the alpha’s abilities and traits. He or she will be very powerful and very special.”
He smiled and said, “You are very lucky, Methis. You have done something that no other woman has done before.”
I felt numb as I listened to him. Lucky? Was I really lucky? Or was I cursed?
* * *
That night, the alpha appeared again after nearly a month of absence.
I felt a bit estranged from him as he walked into the room where I stayed.
He looked at me with his cold eyes and said in his deep voice, “Methis.”
I bowed my head and said, “Alpha.”
I approached him and served him as I always did. I understood that I was just a tool to him, and I should know my place. There was no need to overthink it, there was no need to give myself false hopes of expectations, it was the contract I signed, and I had to honor it. It was, what it was.
But somewhere, deep inside me, I felt a sudden rush of panic. I had known Jamal wasn't for me, and he didn't care very much about me, but it had still hurt when I felt abandoned and alone...
What then was going to happen when I gave birth? When the baby was forced away from my hands and thrust into the hands of a stranger while I was pushed away and my child was sent away to live with wolves?
Would I be able to handle it? The emotional devastation? "Well," I thought, trying to push it away from my head, "I guess we will find out sooner than later." I muttered.
He took me in his arms and kissed me hard. He moved his hand over my belly and said, “You’re pregnant.”
It was not a question, but a statement. He knew.
He said, “You’re pregnant with my heir. You don’t need to serve me anymore.”
I raised an eyebrow, even in my weak, tired state, I could tell he was only saying this to make me feel better, and to forget about the month he spent outside, basically abandoning me. But I was in no mood to argue, I just nodded, "You look happy."
"I am," His tone was surprisingly gentle, as if he cared. "This is what I have wanted for a long time, in fact," he turned to look at me, his eyes boring deep into mine, "This is ALL I have wanted in a long time."
"So I can go home then? When you get your child no?"
He scoffed, “You can stay here and rest. I will take care of you and our child.”
He kissed my belly and said, “You have done well, Methis. You have given me what I wanted.”
I shrugged, "That's what I am here for, isn't it? That's what the contract is all about."
"Regardless," he said, shrugging, "It makes me very happy."
I offered him a weak smile, "You are welcome."
He looked at me with a faint smile and said, “Thank you, Methis. Thank you for giving me an heir.”
He kissed me again and said, “You’re mine, Methis. And so is our child.”
He held me close and whispered in my ear, “I will never let you go.”
I felt a mix of emotions as I heard him. Fear, confusion, hope, and something else.
Something that felt like care, affection.
Like he actually cared.