Alpha’s Baby(72)

When I didn’t answer, Terry turned his furious gaze back on his son.

“Well?”

Still defiant, Stefan refused to reply.

Terry shook his head, his body visibly shaking with rage. “You went in on me about what I did with that sorority girl, when this whole time, you knew exactly who she was and why she did what she did. This whole time, you’ve been screwing your own stepsister, Stefan. Your stepsister!”

Terry’s tone seemed to break our deadlock, and Stefan growled an answer. “So? Just because we knew her doesn't make what you did okay.”

Terry looked incredulous. “So? What the hell is wrong with you, boy? It’s not right!”

Stefan laughed in his father’s face. “Why should I care what a cheating bastard says is right or wrong?”

“You goddamn son of a bitch!” Terry roared as he rushed forward. They both had always had tempers, and Stefan had been struggling for weeks with trying to stand up for us. Now, he’d just been pushed too far.

“Terry!” Evelyn yelled in unison with my grandmother as her husband collided with my stepbrother.

The two men went down on the floor and began rumbling around the apartment. I watched in shocked horror as Stefan overpowered his dad and wrapped him a chokehold. Terry began beating his hand against the floor, his face red as he struggled to get out of the hold.

“Stop it, Stefan!” I finally managed to cry out.

Stefan didn’t listen, and he seemed to tighten his hold on his father.

My mother rushed forward to pull Stefan off Terry, but he fell into her as Terry was still struggling. Mom fell onto the floor. All three of us began to plead with Stefan to stop and let Terry go, but he wasn't letting go, his face twisted in a weird mask of rage.

When Terry seemed to start to struggle to breathe, I made a decision, even though I was sure it would cost me everything.

“I’m pregnant!” I shouted.



The silence was deafening. Timed slowed to a standstill. The pounding of my heart was so loud that I’m sure everyone in the room could hear it.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

In slow motion, I noted everyone’s expression. Terry’s was one of disbelief, my mother’s was one of outrage, and Stefan’s was one of fear. Surprisingly, my grandmother seemed the least shocked of all, with a distasteful expression but a calm demeanor overall.

I stood there, taking it all in, my forehead covered in sweat, my hands as clammy as an eel, waiting for the shit to hit the fan.

And it did.

Suddenly, my senses went into overdrive as time rushed forward with everything happening all at once.

Terry pushed Stefan away and climbed to his feet, coughing and grabbing at his throat. Emma walked over to my mom and grabbed her arm as if preparing to hold her back from killing me with her bare hands, and my mother glared absolute fucking murder at me.

“What did you just say?” The frost in my mother’s voice was enough to freeze my blood.

I bit my lower lip, nausea threatening to overwhelm me. “I’m pregnant.” The words seemed alien to me, as if I’d said them for the first time.

Silence once again overtook the room as my mother stared at me as if I’d stolen her best piece of jewelry out of her charm box.

“Who’s the father?” Terry asked finally, breaking the silence. He still didn’t get it, even after walking in on Stefan and me fucking like wild rabbits.

How could he, though? The thought of me and Stefan having a baby together was probably inconceivable to either one of our parents, even after what they’d just witnessed.

They don’t know, I thought. They can’t possibly know. But they are about to find out, though it may break them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stefan staring at me, his powerful chest heaving from exerting his dominance over his father, silently pleading for me not to reveal the truth. But I no longer wished to hide it. One lie would just lead to another and then another until it all came crashing down—just like now.

It was time to put an end to our secret once and for all.

Unable to face my mother’s furious gaze any longer, I lowered my head, filled with unbearable shame. “Stefan.”

“Jesus Christ!” Terry yelled with astonishment.

My mother smacked her palm against her forehead and swayed on her feet, causing my grandmother to grab her by the arm to steady her. “Dear God, help us!”

In unison, our parents began yelling at us, gesturing wildly while hurling obscenities at us, demanding to know what, when, where, and how this all happened. I found myself unable to answer, overwhelmed by their furious barrage.

While they went apeshit on us, Stefan stared at me in shocked disbelief.

I can’t believe you just did that, his eyes seemed to say to me.