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Chapter 56
Alpha Damon waited about twenty minutes after she got in for her to settle in before he sent for her.
He wanted to barge into her office, hold her by the shoulders, look into her eyes, and ask her if everything Princess told him was true.
But he could not, he did not want it to go that way. He wanted this to be as peaceful and civil as it could be. So he sent his secretary to get her.
The whole time he practiced controlling his anger, he was expecting every and anything. He would hate to spiral out of control mid-conversation.
Leaning his head on his desk, he waited for her rather impatiently, glancing at his wristwatch every second he got and staring at the door for when she would knock.
The sound of light footsteps approached his door there was a brief halt, followed by a small knock, and he sat upright, she was here. He could feel her, he could already smell her.
Muttering a small come in, he braced himself for the sight of her. The door pushed forward, and she walked in, pausing in her tracks for a second before she walked towards his desk.
The anger boiled in him once more, just from the sight of her. He hated that in spite of all he had heard about her, he still loved her, he still wanted her, and she still looked just as beautiful as ever standing there like a statue and staring back at him.
“You sent for me?” She said, more like a question than a statement. Alpha Damon could not answer immediately, instead, his eyes roamed her body.
Surely if she was pregnant like Princess said he was there had to be a sign, a bump, some weight gain, something, something to show that she was pregnant.
But he was unable to find any, she looked the same, just as beautiful and gorgeous as the first time he had met her. It was almost difficult to believe that she was pregnant. That does not mean he would not ask her anyway.
He needed this closure and clearance more than anything at the moment. “You asked for me,” she said louder and clearer, this time more as a statement and not a question, drawing him out of his train of thought.
“Seat,” he said, wincing inwardly when it came out too harsh, more than he had intended for it to be. The look on her face when she heard him was not a beautiful one, but he brushed it off.
She was the one in the wrong, the one who had supposedly gone and gotten pregnant by another man when she was mated to him.
His eyes stared at her with a tinge of what could look like hatred and anger, and from Ava’s expression, he could tell that she saw it.
“I have a few questions for you.” Alpha Damon started, there was no need to beat around the bush. He knew he would have to cut the chase and go straight to the point.
He leaned closer to her, his eyes gazing unwaveringly at hers. He wanted to watch her every move, take in her every reaction, observe every one of her body language at that moment.
“And I need nothing but the truth.” She flinched a little at that, her eyes squinting as if in thought. She probably was wondering what he required her truth on, well, it was only a couple of minutes before she found out.
“They will be basic questions and I need you to go straight to the point.” He said, his gaze still trained on her. She looked a bit shaken.
“Okay.” She said rather timidly.
“Are you pregnant, Ava?” He asked, he already promised not to beat around the bush. Her expression was that of shock and surprise at first.
But slowly it morphed into that of confusion and then fear. What was she scared of? Him? He asked himself as he watched her closely.
Her lips opened and closed, but no words left them, she had something to say but could not say them, perhaps she was not ready to tell him.
“Ava?” He called out to her when he saw the distant look in her eyes. She looked deeply lost in thoughts.
“Ava?” alpha Damon called out to her again, reaching to touch her hand which rested casually on his desk, but she flinched away from his touch.
Like he was some venom-spitting snake that she had to get far away from. He withdrew away from her, observing her from his seat.
“Ava? Are you pregnant?” He asked again, this time his voice came out sterner. Still, she sat silently, her gaze lowered as it stared at the marble floor, following the patterns with her right foot.
Her hands wrapped protectively around her abdomen, and her thin caressed slowly from the side. It was all the answer he needed.
Her silence, coupled with that motion, were all the answers to his questions. She was pregnant, and by whom? He had no idea.
No wonder, she had developed the habit of wearing these think hideous sweaters and overalls to work. It was all to hide the growing human inside her, he wondered how big her belly was.
If it were his, she would have had the decency of telling him, she could not keep his child away from him, she would not just hide it from him.
He knew her to be better than that, this could only mean one thing. That the child she was with, the child she was carrying, was not his seed.
Once again, the rage that had dissipated, boiled back up in his veins. He could hear the sound of his heart breaking into a million pieces. He could make a sea of glass from the fragments if he wanted to.
Ava just said there, unmoving without a word, her eyes still cast on the floor. She still massaged the sides of her abdomen slowly.
“How far along are you?” He asked, he needed to have an idea of when she had started to fuck someone else. And also maybe ask who the father is.
He wanted to raise the question of the pictures, he wanted to ask her why she did not have the decency to keep that private. He did not have an issue with people who took pictures of themselves intimately.
But he had an issue with people who were careless with such and letting it out like she did. She and whoever was in those photos with her.
Who was he? He wanted to ask her badly but refrained, what difference would it make? Would knowing who he is make him feel any better? The answers to all those questions were not relevant, so he brushed it off.
If Ava now knew that he had found out about the pregnancy, she also should be in the knowledge that he knew about her little male friend and the pictures they had taken in that forest.
“Why Ava?” Alpha Damon asked the one question that had been eating him up inside since he found out the previous night.
Why had she done it? Why had she not told him about it? Why did she want to keep it a secret?
He was becoming more and more enraged by her silence, it did not help that he was stressing over all of this, and she was sitting there silently as none of it mattered to her.
“Ava!” Alpha Damon said loudly “You need to talk to me” he was slowly beginning to lose his cool, he could feel it.
The anger inside of him was gradually slipping out of his control, he was about to spiral out of control like he did the previous night. His decency was hanging by a thread, and he needed her to say something, Anything.
But Ava did not utter a word, she just turned to stare at him. A faraway look in her eyes, with what looked like hurt and embarrassment.
He was the one who got hurt, he was supposed to be feeling the hurt, not her. He was supposed to be the embarrassed one for loving a woman who was fucking another man the whole time he was busy loving her.
She was even with a child for this strange man, whoever he was. And he hated himself, for loving her even in this money when he should be hating her.
Alpha Damon could not, this was not just any woman. It was Ava, and he knew, no matter what she did he would not hate her, he could not hate her.
He wanted to hurt her, not physically, but he wanted her to feel just as much pain as he was feeling. He wanted her to have a taste of her medicine.
Wanted her heart to break into a million fragments of pieces, like his did when he had first heard of her and this strange man.