Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

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With that, his gaze flickered tauntingly toward Hebert before he let go of my wrist and strode off, his steps sharp and deliberate, radiating fury that seemed to engulf him as he disappeared down the hallway

I stood frozen in place, my body stiff like stone. Brian’s icy warning cut into my heart like a venomous needle, the possessiveness in his raspy voice echoing endlessly in my ears. The mark on my skin seemed to burn in that moment, a faint sting reminding me of the chains I couldn’t escape

A wave of nausea hit me, a suffocating sense of humiliation coiling around my chest like a snake Who gave him the right? The right to speak to me like that? The right to treat me like I was his property

I jerked my head up, locking eyes with Hebert. His gaze held an unreadable intensity, like two endless whirlpools threatening to pull me under. My heart clenched, a flicker of unease twisting inside me. Did he see everything just now? What would he think of me?

The hallway fell into an oppressive silence, leaving only Hebert and me.

Brian’s scent still lingered faintly in the air, clinging like a ghost, while Hebert’s sharper scent of cedar and rain-soaked earth spread like a net, wrapping the space completely in his presence. I didn’t dare look up at him. When Brian got too close just now, that awful, instinctive response of being marked must’ve been obvious to him. And then, Brian’s last words, dripping with possession and implication… God, I felt like a dirty traitor caught red-handed, like a wife sneaking around with her lover, busted by her husband.

“Hebert, I…” I tried to explain myself, but my voice came out dry and raspy, like sandpaper scraping against my throat. I wanted to tell him it was just a negotiation to get Brian to leave, a desperate move to keep the Bloodmoon Pack out of a war.

“Shhh.”

A single sound, soft but commanding, sliced through my fumbling excuses like a knife. It left no room for argument, no space for chaos.

He walked toward me. His steps were nearly silent, his shoes sinking into the plush carpet without a sound, yet every step hit my heart like the thud of a drum. He stopped right in front of me, his tall frame casting a shadow that swallowed me whole. 1

I had no choice but to lift my head. My gaze met his, and I crashed into eyes that were impossibly deep. There was no anger there, no disgust like I’d expected. Instead, a flicker of something unfamiliar burned in their depths-a dark, smoldering intensity that sent sparks racing through my body. My blood felt like it was boiling.

He raised his hand, the warmth of his fingertips brushing softly against my collarbone, right where Brian’s breath had lingered just moments ago. The spot burned instantly under his touch, as though his fingers had ignited it.”

He was trying to kiss you, wasn’t he?” Hebert’s voice was quiet, almost emotionless, but his fingers moved over the spot again and again with a possessive intensity, as if he could erase any trace of Brian that lingered there.

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“I pushed him away,” I said quickly, my voice trembling with nerves “Hebert, this is just a deal, a way to stop Brian from taking me right now, to avoid dragging you into a war.

‘I don’t care about the deal, Ashley,” he interrupted. His hand traced the curve of my neck, sliding down until it tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes-eyes smoldering with a dark, unrelenting fire What I care about is when he got close to you…”

Suddenly, he leaned in, his nose so close to mine that they almost touched. His breath mixed with mine, and that sharp scent of cedar on him surrounded me, overwhelming, like an unexpected snowstorm that froze every thought in my mind. The proximity was overwhelming, teetering on dangerous, the raw, unfiltered alpha dominance radiating from him more intense than I’d ever felt before.

“…you hesitated, didn’t you?”

My body went rigid, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

He didn’t step back. His intense gaze locked onto mine, then slowly traveled downward, finally settling on my lips. His voice, low and resonant like the hum of a cello, carried a dangerous undertone, almost like an ancient curse: “He’s using your sense of duty and that damn mark to control you. You need six months to play savior for the Blackwood Pack? Fine.”

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