Sold To The Cursed Alpha

I took a deep breath once again, trying to calm my excitement. But it was impossible, and I burst into soft giggles. My happiness knew no bond, and the radiant smile on my pale face was proof of the good news I had just heard.

I pushed aside the nagging feeling in my stomach, attributing it to my eagerness to share the news.

The memories of the night Jerome ordered his mistresses to cage me with the rogue werewolf and beat me to a stupor came flooding back. Ironically, it happened just yesterday, but the news of my pregnancy filled me with hope that everything would soon be okay.

I stood in front of my master and mate's room, my heart racing with anticipation, but I couldn't enter because my excitement was bubbling up like a champagne bottle about to pop – I was finally entering the room I was molested several times, but for once, I was entering with good news.

As I stood outside Jerome's door, my hand hesitated on the handle. I imagined the look on his face if I told him I was pregnant with the next Alpha or Luna – shock, disbelief, maybe even a glimmer of pride. I wondered how he would feel if I proved him wrong if I showed him that I was more than just a 'useless slave.'

The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction. ‘Would he be angry, or would he finally see me as an equal?’ I wondered aloud.

Who knows, he might even decide to dash my parents the huge amount of money they owed, and he may give me my freedom and treat me better.

The thought sent a spark of hope through my chest. Freedom. What would that even feel like? To be able to make my own choices, to live my own life. I imagined walking away from this place, from Jerome's rule, and starting anew. My heart raced at the possibility.

‘And what about my parents? Would they be relieved, or would they still try to control me?’ I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the present. One step at a time.

As I gazed at the ultrasound image, my heart swelled with joy. Three tiny beings, each a unique miracle. I felt the moon goddess's presence, her gentle smile upon me. She had finally lifted the curse, the stigma that had haunted me for so long. I thought back to the countless prayers, the tears, and the desperation. And now, this blessing. I felt grateful, humbled, and awestruck.

These babies were unplanned, conceived in a moment of violence and trauma. I still remember the night Jerome tied me to the iron bed, his mistresses watching with cruel smirks as he forcefully took me. The pain, the fear, the helplessness. And now, the knife mark they left on my skin, a constant reminder of what happened that night. But as I looked at the ultrasound image, I knew I had to let go of the past. These babies, innocent and pure, didn't deserve to be tainted by the darkness of their conception.

I took a deep breath, focusing on the present. I would raise them with love, with kindness, and with the strength I never had.

“It will all be over! Jerome will finally love me! He wouldn't deny the babies because I was a pure virgin when my parents sold me!” I assured myself with a one-sided smile, before gently pushing the door open.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft crackling of the fireplace. Unfortunately, on entering the room, I was greeted with the sound of Jerome's low, husky groans, and a lady's high-pitched gasps.