Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Back at the manor, I practically bolted to my room.

Leaning against the door, I let my body slide down onto the carpet. My heart was pounding so loud and fast it felt like it might leap out of my chest.

Images of Hebert’s face–a face far too perfect for its own good–kept flooding my mind. His blue eyes, burning with that intense desire, his confession, and the way his hands had brought me to the edge…

For a moment, I thought he was going to take things all the way.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he’d held me close and said he didn’t want our first time to be in a car. Then, he’d taken off his jacket, wrapped it around me, and called the driver back.

Deep down, I couldn’t deny how much that thrilled me. Having a top Alpha looking after me—that kind of attention? It was intoxicating, like the finest bourbon, warm and heady.

But that was just my instincts talking. It didn’t take long for my rational side to take over.

The heart–pounding thrill, that surge of pleasure–it wasn’t the first time I’d felt it. Years ago, when Brian saved me, he gave me the same dizzying rush. Back then, we had our share of sweet moments too. But in the end? Those so–called “sweet memories” turned into jagged shards, slicing my soul apart and leaving me drowning in unbearable pain and despair.

And let’s not even talk about the gap between me and Hebert–it’s like comparing heaven to hell. He’s a top–tier Alpha, and me? I’m just a defective Omega, not even blessed with a wolf spirit.

The me of today is nothing like the naive girl I was back then, who let emotions run the show. I’ve lived through a failed, downright toxic marriage. Now, on top of everything, I’m carrying a little life inside me. I can’t afford to just think about my own happiness anymore. I have to ask myself the hard questions: can I really provide for my pup? Can I survive on my own, standing on my own two feet?

Until I’m absolutely, completely independent and God, relying on Hebert’s power just shows how far I still have to go there’s no way I’m rushing into some “stable” relationship. This isn’t just a gamble; it’s one where I can’t afford to lose.

My head’s made up, cold and logical. But deep down, in some corner of my mind… I still can’t shake the memory of Hebert–his searing kiss, that overwhelming presence of his scent, the way it consumed me.

Even now, just imagining his touch makes my body feel like it’s on fire.

If I could, I would have rushed to his room right then and thrown myself at him.

But I didn’t.

I took out my vibrator and switched it on, first dragging it across my breasts, then sliding it down and pressing it against my clit.

The rapid vibrations brought my already–sensitive clit to climax quickly.

Then I pushed the vibrator inside me.

As I worked it in and out, my mind was completely consumed by thoughts of Hebert

his hard cock.

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“Ah!! Hebert!!”

The rush of orgasm made me cry out his name before I could stop myself.

After several waves of climax, my body finally gave in to exhaustion.

It was well past midnight by then. Drowsiness crept over me, and I barely managed to drift off to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.

I rushed through washing up and hurried downstairs. When I stepped into the spacious dining room, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Hebert was standing at the dining table. He had changed into a soft, light grey cashmere sweater, and gone was the fierce, overwhelming intensity from the night before in its place was a warm, effortlessly charming domesticity. He was just setting the last plate of an elegantly prepared lunch on the table.

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