Pregnant by Their Alpha

CH Four: The Voice of Reason

a/n: It's been a long time coming but here's the next chapter. I've been feeling so tired and not as excited to write this story as I was before. I'm going to finish it that's for sure but it's just harder these days. I recently started my second semester in college. I'm out of state and I have two jobs on top of being a full time student. It's hard. Please understand that I am a busy individual and thank you for staying after all this time.

-Moné

I always knew how it felt to be loved and looked after. I grew up around people who adored me and looked for me as hope, a chance to bring the future they've been promised. The only thing about that kind of love is that it's never intimate. My dad, as if I was this poison in his life, never held me. Of course when I was young and innocent he'd hold me against his broad chest and coo about how much he loved me, but over the years the moments grew scarce. At first I figured it was because I was older and those kind of moments weren't common at my age. I soon realized that my father somewhat feared me. Feared what I'd become rooted from how I can take life away just by living. Lives such as my mother.

So it would be so easy to explain why now, while hiding away with my mother, I held her so close and let her smother me with kisses.

It's been nearly a week since I left an unwelcoming place and found solace with Cheyenne. I learned so much about her and came to love every part of her being. She spoke confidently to me about how marveled she is by who I became to be and how I reminded her of a much braver version of her young self.

She also warned me.

She knew, somehow she knew well before me the dangers of what conception can do to my body. She told me well after she cried about me being pregnant.

I cried with her. I cried because I didn't want a baby. I never wanted children and especially not now when the little stability I had at the clan house was gone. What was I going to do with a baby when neither I or my mother have had experience raising one? I cried because I was scared.

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"Momma?"

The word was new to me but I liked the way it felt on my tongue.

She looked up from the leaves and vines in her hand with a warm smile. "Yes?"

"I was just wondering. . . "

"Yes Chad," she lightly giggled, focusing on me with deep blue eyes while her hands mindlessly completed her task.

"Will I . . . Will I die?"

Her fingers faltered and so did her smile.

"It's just that," I started, quick to try and fix what I wanted to say. "If I were to have a baby, it would kill me wouldn't it?"

She sighed and set down the flower crown she was making identical to mine.

"I passed because of your strength, not because you are a hybrid."
I was confused.

"Of course you are the first hybrid but I was weak. So weak. Weak minded, weak hearted and my body was just so fragile that. . ."

She didn't continue for another minute and I waited for her to do so.

"Things happen," she finally said, "that doesn't mean they'll happen to you. You are stronger than I ever was." Her smile returned and I smiled back. I fixed hair behind my ear as she leaned forward and softly kissed my cheek.