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The Alpha's Forbidden Vow novel Chapter 8

POV: Selene

My legs felt like water as I backed away from the door, my mind a screaming vortex of shock and betrayal.

He had a fiancée.

The entire time, while he was ignoring me, while he was growling my name in the dark, while he was fucking me on the kitchen counter—he was promised to another woman.

The knowledge didn’t just hurt; it re-contextualized everything.

His cruelty wasn't just a defense mechanism against a forbidden desire.

It was the calculated act of a man cleaning up a mess.

I wasn't just a dirty secret; I was a potential liability, a threat to a massive political alliance that would shape the future of their world.

The hope I had so stupidly nurtured was a poisonous weed.

I had been insane to think a baby would change anything.

A baby would only make things worse.

A baby, our baby, would be a scandal of epic proportions.

It would be a weakness his enemies could exploit.

It would be a stain on his perfect union with his perfect Luna.

And what did the Volkovs do with stains?

They scrubbed them out.

The thought was a shard of ice in my gut.

The danger wasn’t just to my heart anymore.

It was to the life growing inside me.

My protective instinct, which had been a warm flicker, now roared into a blazing inferno.

Just as I turned to flee, the study door swung open.

Zane stepped out, his face a mask of cold, political composure.

Then he saw me.

His expression, already hard, turned to glacial ice.

His eyes narrowed, sweeping over my pale, shocked face with a look of utter annoyance.

He didn’t see a heartbroken woman.

He saw a problem.

A loose end.

That’s what this baby was.

A complication that could derail treaties and topple legacies.

And he, the future Alpha King, would never allow that to happen.

He stared at me for one more second, his gaze utterly devoid of any warmth or humanity.

It was the look of a king deciding the fate of a peasant who had wandered into the throne room.

And the judgment was clear.

I was worthless.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hall like the tolling of a funeral bell.

He left me there, shattered and shaking in the shadows, with the weight of our deadly secret pressed against my womb.

The decision was no longer a choice.

It was the only path to survival.

I had to get away.

I had to run.

And I had to do it now.

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