Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One

Nothing in the world could have prepared me for that news Sarah's eyes held nothing but sympathy. I should have taken the pills. Now it was too late.

I wasn't ready; I wasn't ready to train a child. Damn, I couldn't even control myself; how am I expected to raise a child?

I began panicking. "I can't-it can't be; there's too much of the line; I can't be pregnant." The words came out in a panicked whisper.

"We haven't run any tests yet; I'm only speaking based on the visible signs; we are not yet sure of anything till we run a test." She explained to me, and I nodded, but I could barely understand any word she was saying.

I paced around my room, waiting for Sarah to bring the results. She had asked me to pee in a cup for the test; I didn't even mind how awkward it was-I didn't care. Please let her be wrong. If she is wrong, I would ask her for those pills and stay regular with them.

Anytime I closed my eyes, I imagined myself getting big and round. I couldn't fight with a child in my stomach.

I could never become an Alpha.

but the truth was that I had only managed to lock them away at the deepest parts of my mind; that didn't mean they were all gone. I had wanted that ever since I watched the soldiers train. I was never meant to be like the

from the look on her face, I could guess what she was about

really pregnant, aren't I?" I asked,

few weeks

"I can't..."

"There is another option."

my eyes wide

abort it. No one would

child. I

can't do that. I will

You have so much at stake; see this as a sacrifice for the greater

bold and sure and that was surprising seeing as I felt the complete opposite.

She seemed angry; I could understand her. She knew exactly what was on my mind, and she might actually believe she was trying to

let go of every bit of bravery I had held onto; I let the tears stream down my eyes. I didn't know how long I stayed crying, but the door opened once more, alerting me that Alexander had just returned from work. Unlike every other day, when he would walk past

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he stopped right in front of