Part 3Pregnant Alpha

I froze in my tracks.

Adrian had gotten his leg broken fighting to marry me? He'd never mentioned a word of it.

All I remembered was that before he'd reluctantly flown overseas with me to sign the marriage certificate, he had disappeared for three whole months. The reason he gave was that his parents adored me and wanted me as their son-in-law.

He had always acted like he was being forced.

"If that's the case, then that bastard Alpha must have some dirt on me! He must have blackmailed me!" Adrian, with a bandage wrapped around his head, slapped his forehead dramatically. "Dad, just pay him off! I don't care how much it costs, I have to divorce him! The smell of another Alpha's pheromones makes me want to puke. How could you just stand by and watch me suffer for three years...?"

"Suffer? Want to puke?" Mr. Sterling scoffed, a humorless laugh escaping him. "Every time I came to see you, you were practically draped all over him! A so-called Alpha, reeking of another man's scent from head to toe. How did I end up with such a pathetic excuse for a son..."

Adrian clutched his head, completely breaking down. "What kind of blackmail could make me act so spineless?! I don't care, whatever it takes, this marriage is over! Forcing me to live with my nemesis for the rest of my life? You might as well just fucking kill me! It's disgusting..."

My fingers tightened around the ultrasound report, my body rigid. A storm of conflicting emotions churned inside me. It seemed our arrangement was truly at its end.

And I knew what I had to do about the baby.

I rubbed my stinging eyes, crumpled the report into a tight ball, and tossed it into a nearby trash can without a second thought.

But as I turned to head for the abortion clinic, something latched onto my ankle, holding me fast.

I looked down, confused. Adrian had crawled over to me. He rubbed his nose, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

"Heh, David Bright, what are you doing here? You're the only one I remember! I heard my family's bankrupt now. How about you take me home as your trophy husband... and humiliate me to your heart's content?"

Me: "?"