Accidental Surrogate For The Alpha King

♥︎Davina's POV♥︎

      My head pounds like I have a toothache in my head and my whole body feels like a truck ran over me. It had all been a hollow-filled darkness till my eyes flickered open. At first, I met with a blurry sight and the lights were blinding me as I blinked repeatedly to slowly adjust my eyes to my environment. 

      The ceiling was white, the walls white, a monitor was beeping next to me, the whole room smelled like antiseptic and when I cascaded my glance downwards, I realized I was in a blue hospital gown. What the hell happened to me? I tried to rub my forehead but was restricted due to the drip passed into my bloodstream. The sound of babies crying caught my attention. There were baby cribs next to mine and like I had just found the missing puzzle in the haze of my memory loss, it came all right back. 

      "You have brought shame and disgrace upon this family." My father, Andrew Gregory had yelled at me nine months ago as tears flowed down my face while I flinched from the harshness of his tone. 

      "Who would stoop so low to impregnate you lowly life? You have been betrothed to the Alpha's son, what do I tell the Alpha now? And what would the pack members say about this?" My father's face contorted in rage, veins pulsating on his forehead. My stepmother on the other hand clutched her apron tightly and her lips pressed into a thin disappointed smirk. 

      “I think you should wait for her to give birth before marrying her off to Magnus Kane. We can put the bastard child up for adoption.” Emily, my stepsister who has never turned down a chance to bully me twirled her hair around her fingers. 

      “She should live with the Alpha for now so she can have a change of heart and accept him as her husband in the future.” Arthur, my stepbrother and the architect of my problems mentioned thoughtfully.

    Fucking bastard! It was the nerve of him to sit right there and offer stupid suggestions like he didn't bring this upon me by gambling my life away.

      "I don't know, Father, I have never kissed a boy, talk more of being intimate. Never have I ever had sex. Nobody likes me in the pack and the boys would rather admire a vegetable than look at me." My voice broke, tears streaming down my cheeks while I sniffled.

      "Shut up! You slutty little pig." My stepmother came forward and pulled my ear while I cried out in pain. "I know you took after your mother, shameless girl," she yelled even further before releasing my ear that had turned red. It had a print of her thumb on it. 

      "That's enough, Anastasia!" Father growled. "I would not stand to listen to any more of this. All I want to know is who is responsible for Davina's pregnancy." He pressed further while I bit my trembling lips.

      I stood there clutching the edge of my worn-out dress, feeling I was being cornered by a set of predators ready to feast on me. "I don't know, and I swear by the moon goddess. I have never slept with a boy, why can't you believe me?" I trembled from the accusations fired at me in the living room.

      I was just as clueless as everyone else in the pack. I had no idea how on Earth I got pregnant. 

      Father scoffed in disbelief and my stepmother let out a loud hiss. "You will be married off to Magnus Kane and that's the end of this." 

      His words sounded fresh in my mind as they echoed somewhere in my head. I had no idea how a nineteen-year-old plus-size with the greatest insecurities ever got pregnant without a mate, a boyfriend, or a man but it doesn't change the fact that I just put to bed. 

      Do I hate the ultra-scan for lying to me about my pregnancy? Absolutely yes, but looking at my bundle of joys wrapped securely together in their tiny little bed made my heart swell. Apparently, I had just given birth to twins. A bouncing baby boy and a beautiful baby girl. It feels like a new beginning for me. A new chapter in my life and I must protect them with my life even though my family does not approve of them. 

      The door to the clinic was yanked open forcefully and there stood my father and stepbrother. I swallowed painfully as their gaze hardened but I had hoped that the sight of the pink little children would soften their hearts a little. 

      "Oh, poor sister, I heard you lost a ton of blood." Arthur took the first step in and he patted my jet-black hair which was all fuzzy and made me look like a witch from Azkaban. 

      "I'm just happy that they are alive despite all odds." I bit my lower lip, and my eyes were glazed with tears of joy. 

      "Have you thought of what to name them?" Father spoke for the first time in an authoritative baritone, and it sent shivers down my already sensitive spine. 

      "Clara and George," I answered. 

      "Good! That makes the adoption process faster." Father grabbed George and the baby started wailing. 

      "What?!" my eyes mirrored the size of a saucepan. "No!" I screamed and struggled to stand up, but Arthur pinned my already weak body down. 

      "Arthur, do something, please?!" I begged as tears rolled down my cheeks. My migraine had gone even worse, and I felt my whole body heating up as my temperature arose.