Abandoned While Pregnant, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Brian’s POV

Time dragged on, second by second, yet the screen of or phone remained silent. Still ha reply. Damn it, how dare Ashley ignore my messages? How could she?‘ I need to cut off all for financial support.

Once she’s got no money, she’ll have no choice but to crawl back. Without hesitation, I shot off the order to my Beta. Kael

Half an hour later, the phone was still dead quiet. A surge of anger welled up in my chest, blazing through my self control like wildfire. I paced back and forth in the living room, the restlessness eating away at me.

Me. The Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. Waiting for a damn text from a woman a runaway Omega at that. What kind of joke is this? She was just some beggar I picked up off the street. Why on earth do I feel this hollow emptiness?

This has to be the bond messing with me. Not me, not Brian. My wolf. Werewolves can’t stand it when a marked she wolf tries to pull away. This possessiveness will stick until she bonds with another male. Only then will it fade.

I came to a halt, and the voice of the gallery owner who called herself “Rebecca” played uncontrollably in my mind. That voice was cold, decisive, carrying an unquestionable authority–like a blade coated in ice. Yet underneath that icy tone, why did I feat a damn trace of familiarity?

I shook my head, trying to wipe away such an absurd thought.

No way.

Ashley was nothing more than an omega who had spent three years as a housewife, a mere accessory with no wolf spirit. Her entire existence revolved around me and tending to tho ridiculous plants. How could she possibly transform into someone running a top–tier art gallery and daring to stand up to Alphas?

I must be losing it, even to connect them in my mind.

“Brian?” Silvia’s soft voice pulled me out of my restless thoughts. She moved her wheelchair soundlessly to my side, lifting her pale, beautiful face to look at me, her eyes full of concern.

“You seem upset, darling. Is it… Ashley?” she asked cautiously, as though just mentioning her name could be a mistake. “She still hasn’t responded to you?”

I didn’t answer, my jaw tightened instead.

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“It’s alright,” she said gently, attempting to take my hand. I instinctively pulled away. “Your grandmother’s banquet–I can help you prepare for it. I remember her tastes. Her favorite was

r “No need.” I cut her off abruptly, my tone colder than I expected. “You’re not in good health and shouldn’t overexert yourself. I’ll take care of this.”

I watched as the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, replaced by a cloud of hurt. A flicker of uneasy guilt rose inside me. I had promised to take care of her, and yet all I wanted now was for her to stay away from me.

She seemed on the verge of saying more, but my phone suddenly blared, the screen displaying a name that made my temple throb Grandmother.

I took a deep breath and answered.

“Brian!” Grandmother’s commanding voice cut through the receiver, sharp and no–nonsense. “I don’t care what you’re doing right now. At Sunday’s family dinner, I want Ashley there. Got it? Ashley–your Luna!”

“Grandmother, about that—”

“No excuses!” She interrupted harshly. “Everyone in the pack’s community is talking! They’re saying you kicked out your legitimate mate for some frail nobody! You’ve embarrassed Blackwood Pack enough! Our family only recognizes Ashley as your

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My fists clenched tightly. The joints turning wihte from the pressure.

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