The Alpha's Mate Who Cried Wolf novel Chapter 48

"You're pathetic and weak, and your baby will be too!"

"Ryker! My Dad! He kidnapped me!"

"Are you at your father's house?"

"No, we aren't at his house. I'm in a big, old shed or run-down, abandoned factory. I've never been here before."

"Leon is bringing me a map. We'll mark all the abandoned buildings and sheds and check each one."

"You need to hurry. Dad said he would kill our baby." I hear a ferocious growl through the link.

"I'll kill him if he lays a finger on you or our baby."

Dad grabs my hair. 

"Are you even listening to me? Or are you too busy zoning out?" He yells. 

"Ryker is going to find me, and he will kill you for this!"I yell. 

"Your precious Ryker, hey, so, he's your baby Daddy?" he says.

"Yes. Ryker is my mate!"I reply. 

"Your mate? And what kind of term is that?" He asks. 

"The Moon Goddess chose us to be together. We are soul mates," I say. He smirks and stands, picking the chair up and throwing it. I watch it smash into pieces. 

"Please don't. I'm begging you," I say as Dad approaches me.

He picks up the broken chair leg on the ground and strikes it across my head. He smiles and leaves. Liquid trickles down my forehead, and drops of blood drip from my head onto my lap, but I can already feel the wound healing. Dad returns an hour later. 

"How in the world? Where has the wound gone?" He asks. I ignore him. He kneels to inspect me, realising the deep wound on my forehead has healed. 

"Impossible," he mutters as he stands. 

He grabs my face tightly. 

"How did you do that?" He asks. 

"I already told you. I'm a werewolf. We heal quickly." 

He glares at me for a moment. Liquid runs down my legs. My stomach seizes tightly, and I let out a scream. 

"Looks like you're in labour," he laughs. As soon as the contraction finishes, my forehead drips with sweat. I brace myself for the next contraction, letting out a scream, while my dad watches, smiling.

"I'm going to enjoy the look on your face when the baby comes. You won't get to even hold it!"He says as he walks over to an old bench. I hear metal clinking against metal as he sorts through items.