The Alphas Hostage Pregnant Bride

ZARA POV

The autumn wind whipped at my face as I hurried through the town, my coat collar pulled up against the biting chill. I couldn't shake the sense of dread that had settled in my stomach. The Alpha had summoned me to his office, a rare occurrence that usually meant trouble. And the fact that he'd sent one of his henchmen to escort me made the situation even more ominous.

We hadn't spoken a word since he had arrived at my doorstep this morning and told me The Alpha wanted to talk to me. We had just walked in total silence, him at my shoulder every step of the way as if waiting for me to flee.

Which was stupid. If I was going to run, I would have done that a long time ago.

It wasn't until he led me through the halls to the Alpha's office and knocked on the door that he finally said something. And it was to the Alpha of the night moon pack, not to me.

"It's Harry," he said. "I have got her as you requested, Alpha."

HER, I didn't even warrant any actual name. That was how low I was on the social totem pole here.

I sighed and knocked on the door uneasily.

"Enter," the commanding voice of the Alpha behind the door echoed. I took a deep breath and turned the knob.

"You wanted to see me, Father?" I asked.

My father was a towering figure, even when seated behind his desk. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt, and every step he took screamed. "Dominance." His black hair was greying and his face was wrinkled, but his dark eyes were sharp and intelligent as ever. He regarded me with cool indifference that I pretended didn't make my hair stand on end. Something about the situation spelled 'danger," but I wasn't sure why.

It was impossible to notice that Harry had stepped into the room and closed the door. He positioned himself in front of it, blocking my only escape route.

"Have a seat, Zara." My father motioned to the wooden chair in front of his desk. It wasn't a suggestion; it was a demand. I hurried to follow his orders.

"How are you doing, Zara?" He asked. It was perfunctory. I knew that he didn't really care.

"I'm fine, and yourself?"

"Not good." He stood up and stalked over to the window, looking out at the town square below, where people ambled about, enjoying the autumn weather.

"If I may ask__what's this about?" I asked further but he didn't answer right away. Instead, he drummed his fingers against his folded arm as he looked at me like I was an interesting specimen. The look was enough to make my stomach clench in unease. I hated the silence, but I knew better than to rush him. So, I waited nervously.

Finally, he said, "I'm assuming you know who Weston is by now."

Of course I knew who Weston was. He was the reason I got rejected and humiliated publicly at the mating ball a few years ago. He is also the same reason why everyone stayed inside whenever possible, he was a beast, and had underlying power to protect and also to cause damage but I had no idea what Weston had to do with me, but I nodded nonetheless.

"Weston and I were able to come to an arrangement." my father said. He gave a feral grin that made ice crawl up my spine. That was not a good look.

"That's terrible," I said slowly. "But... I'm sorry... Why are you telling me this? I'm not exactly..." I trailed off. But I didn't need to finish my sentence. My father already knew what I had been about to say.

"We all know that you are not important. You're about as low in the hierarchy as you can get, why don't you save maybe yourself, child." He sniffed derisively. "Normally, I wouldn't tell you anything. But I'm telling you based on courtesy and loyalty to your mother who I loved, but that's it."