Pregnant By My Best Friend Alpha Chapter 11

Kyra’s POV

"Mr. Anderson, Miss Monroe, the eting will start in five minutes."

I nodded at my assistant and glanced at Nathan, who stood behind . His forehead was still creased in frustration, his brown eyes burning into mine. He looked confused, but still furious.

I didn’t understand why he despised Chris so much. Even back in college, he’d growled at the re ntion of his na. Chris was a good werewolf. He’d accepted my rejection gracefully, never holding a grudge. As a lone wolf without a pack, he had no reason to challenge Nathan’s authority, yet my ex-mate still saw him as a threat.

Shaking my head, I turned my back on Nathan and started walking toward the conference room. I felt him following , but I didn’t look back.

The eting started right after we arrived. The other Alphas and Betas of Nightfall Pack’s business executives sat in tense silence, yet Nathan kept sending mind-link ssages, his ntal voice grating against my skull.

"You can’t seriously consider seeing Chris again."

I clenched my jaw. Sylvia, my wolf, snarled in my head. "He has no right to dictate your life, chosen mate or not."

Nathan didn’t have the right to rule my life. He was my best friend—and yes, my forr mate—but that didn’t give him control over my choices. I needed to set boundaries. He still didn’t grasp that our bond had been severed the mont he chose Sophia over .

After the eting, Nathan cornered in the hallway, his grip firm on my arm. The other pack mbers glanced our way, but they knew better than to interfere. An Alpha’s business was an Alpha’s business.

"Kyra, you need to listen to ."

"Why are you so desperate to control who I see?" I hissed, my voice low.

"I’m not controlling you."

"Yes, you are!"

He shook his head, his scent—mint and dominance—flooding my senses. "I don’t trust him. Don’t date him."

"What if I said I don’t trust Sophia either? Would you still take her as your fated mate?"

His lips parted, and he slowly released . Finally, he was listening.

I turned away, my head spinning. The proximity to his scent was overwhelming.

Goddess, I guessed our pup would have his eyes—his stubbornness.

I entered the cubicle and sat on the water closet, trying to calm myself down. I squeezed my eyes closed and massaged my temple when I heard soone open the door to the comfort room.

Sylvia paced restlessly in my mind. "He still acts like he owns you."

I was planning to ignore it because I knew it might be just a female employee, but the sound of the shoes didn’t sound like won’s shoes. My brow creased. Did Nathan follow here? This was the won’s comfort room!

"What are you doing, Nathan?" I asked, annoyed, when I heard the footsteps coming toward the last cubicle where I had entered.

The footsteps stopped and, strangely, I felt nervous. I didn’t know why, but what happened seed so creepy. I felt like I was in so thriller movie, and soone was waiting for outside to kill .

Silence. Then—slow, deliberate steps toward my door.

My wolf’s instincts flared. "Sothing’s wrong."

I swallowed hard and pushed the door open. A janitor stood near the entrance, his head bowed. "Sorry, Miss Monroe. Thought the room was empty."

I washed my hands, watching him in the mirror. His eyes were blank—unnervingly so.

"You’re new?" I asked, forcing calm into my voice.

"Yes. I started just last week."

I nodded as my eyes examined his whole body. "Didn’t your superior inform you that cleaners are scheduled to clean after office hours? Not during office hours."

He dipped his head, but I caught the flicker of sothing dark in his gaze.

I left, my spine rigid under his stare. Back in my office, my assistant knocked.

"Miss Monroe, you left your phone in the comfort room."

I accepted my phone and looked at her. "Did the cleaner bring this?"

"Yes, Miss."

I examined my phone. Maybe I was paranoid. Still, Sylvia growled in warning.

I shrugged the thought off and continued with paperwork. I kept myself busy all day. My assistant brought lunch and snacks, and if not for my pup’s sake, I wouldn’t have eaten because I had so much paperwork to do. Plus, I was reviewing the budget proposal for the upcoming company anniversary. The party would be next week, and I was worried it would be chaotic since all the employees and our families would be there. Of course, Sophia would be there, and Nathan’s family didn’t like her.

Hours later, I found a note tucked in a bouquet on my desk. Chris was inviting to lunch. Guilt twisted in my chest.

I pushed the card in my bag and went out of my office. The employees had already left an hour ago, and even my assistant was gone. I rode the elevator alone while still thinking about what would happen at the anniversary party. When I reached the parking lot, I froze—that unmistakable werewolf instinct prickling my spine, the kind that screams danger before you see it.

I road my eyes around as I swallowed hard. I could see the car, but I was still far from it, and worse, I couldn’t see Luke around the car. Where was he? He was the warrior who should protect now!

The parking lot slled of danger.

My wolf bristled inside , growling, "There’s another werewolf nearby."

Every muscle in my body tensed as I scanned the shadows. Who the hell would be stupid enough to attack here? We’re supposed to keep our identities secret in human society, and most packs settle disputes through business negotiations now, not pack fights.

It had been ages since I’d been in a real battle... and with being pregnant, I wasn’t sure I could win against another werewolf. For goddess’ sake, I had to run.

"Damn it, Luke!" I broke into a run—and collided with a solid chest.

"AHH! GET OFF—"

"Kyra!"

Nathan.

My heart almost stopped beating, but when I heard that familiar voice, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks in relief.

He caught before I fell, his arms locking around . His scent wrapped around like a shield.

"What happened, Kyra? You’re pale! F*ck! What’s wrong?" He kept on glancing behind .

"S-soone was following ."

His grip tightened. "WHERE THE HELL IS LUKE?"

Nathan suddenly shouted, and that’s when I saw Luke coming.

Luke glanced at with a worried face while Nathan walked towards his car, still carrying .

"Check the area and the CCTV footage. Soone’s following Kyra. I’ll take her with ."

"Nathan, my bag."

He just ignored and put in the passenger seat of his car. He put my seatbelt on and closed the door beside .

I squeezed my eyes closed and rested my head on the headrest. I felt like I had co close to passing out a while ago. Thankfully, Nathan ca. I thought I was going to die.