Impregnated By The Female Alpha Chapter 19: Architect

Liam POV:

" I hope Anastasia would not mind getting to know your son, Emilia."

I stood there frozen at the top of the stairs like a statue, after overhearing the conversation that was going on between Elisabeth and another woman.

Elisabeth is dressed in a beautiful blue, covered-up dress that complinted her fair skin and short hair and she was standing by the buffet with a glass of wine in her hand talking to another woman who seed to also be an alpha,

and apparently, her na is Emilia, and is a mother to so son which Elisabeth is trying to introduce to my own fucking mate.

Both of them were standing far away and the only reason why I could hear their conversation was my supernatural sense of hearing.

" Liam, are we going there too?" I was pulled out of my thoughts by Alex who nudged my hand.

I looked down at him only to fake a smile for him because I seriously was furious but I did not want to show that to a little kid " Yes, but you are the only one who is going. I will be either in the kitchen or in my room so when the party is done, co look for ."

He obediently nodded with a pout, I know he wanted to go with him but he could tell how this party was not for everyone and only for these fancy high-classed people.

I gave him a hug before he headed downstairs, directly going to hold his mother’s hand.

" Your son is so handso." The Emilia woman complinted Alex who smiled and bowed to her respectfully which made her coo at him and peck his cheek.

" I know right? You can go stay with your father." Elisabeth said with a proud smile on her face, of course, she is proud, imagine having two kids and both of them are well-mannered, strong, and just perfect in almost everything.

As the good kid Alexander is, he nodded and walked toward his father who is also dressed in a blue navy suit and standing with multiple n.

All the n with him were wearing black suits, and they welcod Alex to their group as he stood there, feeling bored.

Who is Emilia’s son?

I can’t tell which one, since there are a lot of male alphas that are in Anastasia’s age.

All of them are handso and rich and... Of course fully alphas.

I lowered my head feeling a bit insecure.

" Where is Anastasia?" I kept standing there, leaning on the handrail, and listening to Elisabeth and Emilia’s conversation which is when the latter asked about my mate’s whereabouts.

The forr alpha looked around and sighed before faking a smile " You know us won take forever to get ready. Anastasia is just like us."

Emilia agreed and chuckled at what the forr alpha said.

" You told that your son’s fated mate died, right?" Elisabeth asked, unsure.

Emilia nodded, she looked pretty sad as she glanced at the group of n that were with Anastasia’s father, which ans her son was one of them " Yes, it was three years ago, but Scott has always liked your daughter and hoped she would be his mate. This is why he suggested the second chance mate since it’s been four years without Anastasia finding her fated mate."

Second chance mating happens when the mates choose each other after getting rejected by or after rejecting their fated mate, or when their fated mate dies, or even when they spend so much ti after turning twenty-one without finding their mate.

Basically, second-chance mating is like how humans choose their life partner.

My blood is boiling right now.

I feel like a coward, I don’t know what to do.

I felt a heavy weight on my chest, but it imdiately disappeared when I felt a hand on my shoulder, not just a hand, it was Anastasia’s hand.

I closed my eyes without turning around, only trying to feel her touch more and breathe in her pheromones that completely cald down.

" Snow." My heart raced when her voice entered my ears.

I tried to hold myself together before turning around, only for my saliva to get stuck in my throat, almost choking .

She stood there elegantly, wearing a long Wine Red Sequins with a Tulle Long Dress.

She’s as tall as now, I looked down only to notice those Christian Louboutin heels which are black heels with red bottoms.

There is a split in the dress that reaches her thigh but when she stands straight you can’t really tell there is a split.

My heart almost burst when she moved her leg, showing that chain around her thigh.

I imdiately lifted my gaze, not wanting her to catch the scent of my arousal.

But that was the worst.

She has a beautiful smoky dark shadow around her eyes, dark red matt lipstick, and very simple white gold with diamond jewelry around her neck and ears.

She painted her nails dark red, the sa shade as her dress, and added so small diamond rings.

Her hair, she left it simple which looked so perfect with her style. Loose waves, and she put the very top part of her hair up.

" W-what?" I asked dumbly, as I kept staring at her like a foul when I noticed her mouth moving without being able to hear anything.

Her hand that was still holding my shoulder slowly moved down my arm, sending shivers all over my body.

I walked backward nervously when Anastasia walked forward.

I’m nervous because I don’t know how long I can keep my sanity and not lose control and end up exposing myself.

My back hit the handrail that I was leaning on earlier which is why I couldn’t back away any further even when she stepped closer to .

Her pheromones mixed with her expensive perfu, Golden Delicious by DKNY, are driving nuts.

I can’t focus on anything by her wine-red lips that are so close to mine right now.

And the fact that she is almost as tall as now which ans her lips are directly in front of mine is not helping stay put.

" I asked you a question." She whispered in her delicious voice, don’t ask about how a voice can be delicious, I don’t know either.

She paused to hold my naked wrist which made gulp, I could feel her skin and nails pressing against my wrist.

Her hand is so cold and mine is the complete opposite but it made her touch warm, I don’t know how that works either. " What are you doing here?"

My eyeballs trembled as I tried to tear my gaze away from her lips and focus on her eyes " I- um..." I paused to hold myself together before standing straight before her and clearing my throat, MAN UP LIAM.

She watched in confusion.

I sheepishly grinned, scratching the back of my head awkwardly before pointing at Alex " The mother alpha asked to get Alex ready and I just ca here with him. I was about to leave, alpha."

She humd and was about to talk, but Elisabeth called her out which interrupted her and made her avert her gaze toward her mother.

She glanced at one last ti before letting go of my wrist and walking downstairs elegantly in her heels.

Everyone and I an everyone moved their gaze and attention toward her.

I clenched my jaw, unable to control the wave of possessiveness and protectiveness that was rushing all over .

I quietly stared at how everyone gathered around her just like how bees gather around their queen in the hive.

She greeted everybody before walking toward her mother who looked at her with a smile and whispered " You look so beautiful." She said that before lifting her hand to fix a couple of strands of Anastasia’s hair.

" You don’t look too bad yourself." In a monotonous tone, Anastasia spoke before taking a glass of wine from the tray that was being held by the servants.

Even servants are dressed fancy.

" I’m Elia, Scott’s mother. Of course, you rember Scott, you both used to hang out when you were kids and preteens." Elia shook hands with Anastasia who slowly took a sip of her wine.

Very slowly as if Elia had not just asked her a question which made an awkward atmosphere form around the three of them as Elia side-glanced at Elisabeth in embarrassnt, only for the latter to smile apologetically.

" No, I don’t rember anyone nad Scott." I sucked my lips in as my eyes watered before lifting my hand to cover my mouth so that I would not laugh at how shocked Elia got at how bold my mate’s answer was.

I love how straightforward and honest Anastasia is.

She is not lying to anybody, even if that ans embarrassing soone.

I love this... I love her.

" Oh, yeah. Anastasia’s mory is like a fish. She forgets a lot of things easily." Elisabeth chuckled awkwardly and patted her daughter’s shoulder, faking one hell of a smile in order to make Elia less embarrassed which kind of worked.

I hate those fake rich laughs that Elisabeth and Emilia shared, and apparently, Anastasia also hates those because she watched them laugh with a tiny, almost unnoticed disgusted grimace on her face that usually has a stoic, emotionless expression on it.

Elia nodded understandably and looked at so guy who stood right next to her as she smiled proudly, speaking "Well, Anastasia, et my son. This is Scott Blazen. He is 25 years old just like you. He is an architect."