CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING ,BOUND TO HIS WORLD

CHRISTY.

The papers trembled in my hands as I walked into the house.

I could barely feel my feet as all that kept replaying in my head was the doctors voice.

“Your chances are low….if you want another child, there’s little chance.”

Could life be more wicked?

I sighed deeply, walking in direction of our bedroom.

All I needed was his comfort.

The comfort of my husband and maybe a little world of encouragement.

Then I heard it.

Voices.

My feet halted as i listened, distant but I heard a woman’s voice.

I walked silently towards the door, then the voice became clearer.

Clearer that I recognized.

Those weren’t voices. I felt a sharp pierce in my heart when the sound of pleasure filled the air.

Amanda?

That was my best friend.

“Does anyone pond you this way?” his voice followed, mixed with pleasure and strength.

“No dadddy,” she giggled.

The test result in my hand dropped as I just stood there, tears clouding my eyes.

“Oh Desmond, you’re so good and huge. My best friend thinks she’s the only enjoying this,” she laughed.

“I’m too good to be tied to one woman. Especially not an obese like her,” he said.

My lips went apart but no sound came out of my mouth. Shocked.

“Come on Desmond, she’s only 80kg,” she giggled mockingly.

I didn’t need to see her face to know what expression she had on.

She was my best friend.

“Uhhh,” he made that sound. That sound of satisfaction when he cummed.

“Desmond,” she called softly.

“Yes," he answered.

“What are we going to do about the baby?” she asked softly.

My brows pulled together slowly, confusion flickering across my face as my body leaned forward without thinking. Baby? The word echoed in my head, over and over, as if my mind was trying to make sense of something it wasn’t ready to understand.

My fingers tightened against the door, my breath hitching faintly as my heart began to beat faster.

“Of course we’ll have him,” Desmond replied without hesitation, his tone calm, certain.

The air around me felt like it had been sucked out.

My lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

How about your wife?

The question came, soft, almost careful.

My heart skipped.

“She doesn’t have to know,” he said.

Just like that, he said it so easiky like i didn’t exist. Like I didn’t matter.

My grip on the door tightened, my nails pressing into the wood as a faint tremble ran through my fingers. My chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath becoming harder than the last.

“You know… I feel so bad for her,” Amanda sighed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. “She’s still grieving after little Lily.”

Lily.

The moment I heard her name, something inside me broke all over again.

My knees weakened slightly, my body swaying as I held onto the door for support. The image of her flashed through my mind, her tiny hands, her soft laughter, the way she used to call me mommy…

A sharp pain ripped through my chest, so sudden, so deep, I almost gasped.

Desmond let out a low chuckle.

A chuckle.

“She’ll be fine,” he said casually. “She’s always been dramatic.”

My vision blurred instantly.

Dramatic?

My child died, our child died and this was what I was to him?

A tear slipped down my cheek, then another, warm and uncontrollable as they fell one after the other. I shook my head faintly, as if maybe I had heard wrong, maybe this wasn’t real, maybe I was still at the hospital, maybe I hadn’t left that cold room yet.

Amanda giggled softly. “Baby, I just hope she doesn’t find out.”

“She won’t,” he replied immediately. “She never has to find out.”

My eyes stood again at the sound of that.

My heart heavy and wasn’t sure if it could take in another betrayal.

But I guess the heavens just wanted me to be present at this moment.

Amanda hummed softly. “Hmm… because it’s going to be war if she finds out the truth…”

My breathing stopped.

“…that your daughter died because of that money.”

Everything went still, completely still and for a second, I couldn’t hear anything.

Not their voices, not even my breathing but total silence but only that sentence replaying in my head.

Your daughter died… because of that money.

My fingers loosened slightly on the door before tightening again, harder this time, as if I was trying to hold onto reality itself.

“She won’t,” Desmond said again, his tone firmer now. “Let’s not talk about it.”

But Amanda didn’t stop.

“But still…” she continued, her voice lowering slightly, almost cautious now, “you gave me all that money meant for the hospital bills and I used it to get my new car. If she ever finds out—”

“That’s enough,” he cut in sharply. “She’s not going to find out.”

My body gave a small, uncontrollable shake.

The hospital bills.

The money.

The days I sat beside my daughter, holding her tiny hand, begging, praying, hoping something would change…

The doctors telling me to be strong, telling me they were trying. Telling me we needed time.

Time we didn’t have, because the money was gone.

Given away.

My husband… My Desmond, he gave away the money meant to save our child.

A broken breath escaped my lips, barely audible, as my grip on the door slipped. My heels wobbled beneath me, the thin stiletto barely holding my weight as my legs threatened to give out completely.

I held onto the door desperately, my fingers clutching it like it was the only thing keeping me standing.

Tears poured down my face now, blurring everything, distorting everything, yet somehow making the truth even clearer.

They killed her.

The realization hit me fully this time, heavy, crushing, final.

They killed my baby.

And they were talking about it like it meant nothing.

Like she meant nothing.

My shoulders trembled violently as I tried to hold back the sob rising in my chest, my lips quivering as I bit down on them to stay silent..

Because they didn’t know I was there.

They didn’t hear me.

They didn’t even care and somehow, that shattered me.