Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 14

As the days went on, nausea only seemed to be getting worse. Initially, I thought it was because of stress, but now I'm thinking it's something entirely different. I needed to figure out a way to find out if I was pregnant or not, without anybody knowing about it. If I can find out for myself on the down low, I could probably take matters into my own hands and end the pregnancy before anyone is made aware of the situation.

Until then, I had to figure out a way to hide my nausea. I was still being watched carefully by the head maid, Beatrice, and some other maids, but there were periods when they would look the other way. Those were the periods I allowed myself to throw up without their knowledge.

Thankfully, Marlon has been away the last couple of weeks due to having to tend to the war in the western part of the country. So, I haven't had to have any strange encounters with him since my last one. "Slave?" A familiar voice said from not far from me.

Wiping the vomit off my face, I saw Alex standing nearby. His bare chest glistened with sweat from his morning jog through the gardens. I've noticed he takes the initiative to keep his body in shape by running each morning. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were wide with concern as he approached me.

"You've been throwing up?" He asked, staring at the vomit laid out in front of me.

I felt slightly embarrassed that he had caught me wrenching up my stomach.

I nodded once.

"How long has this been going on?" He asked.

He pressed the back of his head to my forehead and held it there for a few moments, frowning. Pulling it away he stared around my features.

"You're a bit warm, but it doesn't feel like a fever," he told me.

"I'm okay," I told him.

"You're obviously not," he said, his voice rising. "Where's Beatrice?" He asked, looking around wildly.

"She doesn't need to know about this," I told him quickly.

Which I was aware made me look suspicious. Staring around my face again, he was in lost thought.

Soon, his eyes widened, and he took a step back in shock.

"No..." he said, hoarsely.

I shook my head quickly, allowing my dark hair to fly around my face.

"Please don't get the wrong idea," I begged him.

"Pregnant?" He asked, in a high whisper.

I was bold by grabbing onto his arm and pulling him closer to me so I could keep my voice in a whisper. He didn't fight me.

"I don't know," I told him. "I haven't been feeling good since that night with your father."

He took in a breath as he thought long about it. His expression hardened.

"Here's what we are going to do. I'm going to bring you to Beatrice and tell her how I caught you stealing a rose. I will tell her that I'm taking the punishment into my own hands. Then I'm bringing you to the doctors," he ordered. That seemed like a well-thought plan with a lot of steps.

"Why can't the doctor come here again?" I asked.

"Because we can't risk anybody finding out," he snapped.

"Okay," I said.

I didn't want to argue.

...

We traveled about an hour north until we reached the quarantining station; that's where Dr. Olivia Willis was stationed.

Alex boarded me up in the back of a cart, a similar cart I arrived in with the other slaves, except this one was empty. The cart was being pulled by a white stallion with dark brown hooves; Alex sat near the front where the horse was but had the divider open so he could still see and speak with me when he needed.

It was nice having the divider open because it allowed for the cold outdoor air to circulate through the cabin of the cart. Within the hour of traveling, we only had to stop twice because I was feeling ill. I tumbled out of the cart to throw up and then we continued our way.

"If you do end up being pregnant, that could ruin everything," Alex muttered from upfront.

I frowned without saying anything.

"Then there will be more competition for the sole heir," he explained.

"That's what's important to you?" I asked, bewildered. "You're worried that this baby will cause you issues for your competition?"

He grimaced at my words.

"Don't act like you already know you're pregnant. We are going to find out once and for all," he grumbled as we neared the quarantine station.

Olivia was inside the tent at the same medical table she vaccinated me at. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a low ponytail and was wearing eyeglasses I hadn't noticed until now. She was cleaning bloodstains off the bed from her last patient when we walked in.

She turned once she felt our presence; frowning as her eyes landed on me.

"What the fuck, Alex," she mumbled. "Are you trying to get me in trouble?"

"I'm sorry, but it's an emergency," he told her as he motioned for me to take a seat on the bed.

There weren't many others in the tent, so it was fairly private.

"We need to give her a pregnancy test," he told her in a hushed whisper.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the two of us.

"Gross, Alex," she hissed to him.

He rolled his eyes.

"It wouldn't be mine. But I'm not disclosing whose," he told her.

"Bob?" She asked.

"It's not important. We just need to make sure she's not pregnant," Alex said.

"You know, abortion is illegal. So, if she does end up pregnant, you are pretty much screwed," she informed him

He rolled his eyes again. I could feel his temperature rising the longer she delayed the test.

"You don't think I know that, Oliva?" He growled. "I need you to do the test."

Without any further delay, she spun on her heel and stalked out of the surrounding area and over to her other working area where she kept more supplies. Once she returned, she had a large needle in her hand. I already knew she was going to stick it in my arm, without her having to say anything.

I winced as the needle went through the veins of my arm and began filling the tube with blood. I was hoping she didn't have to take as much as she did when she tested me for infections.

Once she finished, she went into the back to test the blood sample, leaving Alex and me alone.

We sat in silence for a long while, both probably trying to figure out what the other was thinking. He was much harder to read than Bob; at least with Bob, I knew what I was getting. Either he needed me to cheat, or he wanted to have his way with me. But with Alex, I felt like I was getting a different vibe. Like he didn't want to hurt me or see me getting hurt, but he also didn't want to be around me.

He was one of the nicer of the Roessler brothers; I couldn't tell if it was an act though. I knew he wanted to be the sole heir to their kingdom. He wants to inherit all the Roessler fortune, the business, the kingdom, and the manor. Marlon was having his sons compete for the heir; however, it seemed as though Marlon was leaning towards Bob than he was Alex.

Which made no sense because Bob doesn't act like he wants to be the sole heir, unlike what he says. Alex definitely wants it more.

"Why does your father want Bob to be the sole heir?" I found myself asking to Alex's surprise.

He stares at me for a long while before answering; probably trying to figure out how to answer.

"He's always favored Bob over me. Bob is more like him, whereas I'm more like my mother," Alex admitted.

There was something in his eyes that didn't quite sit well with me; it almost looked like sadness.

"What's the deal with the butler? What's his name? Winston?" I asked.

Alex groaned.

"He's been working for the family for decades," Alex explained. "He's always been my father's, right-hand man. Anything he sees out of the ordinary, regardless of who it is, he will report it to my father."

That explained why they were so polite to him; they were afraid Wilson would get them in trouble with their father.

"Good news," Olivia said as she came back into the area holding a clipboard. "You're not pregnant."

They both sighed with relief.

...

Back at the manor, the next few days have felt weird. Bob has been oddly nice to me. He smiles at me in passing, asks me how I'm doing, even offered to help me with my gardening duties. Part of me wondered if it was because Alex had told him how Marlon slept with me and about the pregnancy scare.

But why would that make him nice to me?

It didn't make sense.

"I need your help again," Bob said after I had asked him why he was being so nice to me suddenly.

That didn't surprise me.

"I need you to help me cheat in astronomy," he continued.

I frowned.

Astronomy? I wasn't super knowledgeable about astronomy myself, but I had to admit that it interested me, and I always wanted to learn more about it.

"For me to do that, I would have to attend a class with you and study," I informed him.

After thinking about it for half a second, to my surprise, he agreed.

From there we continued the same deal as we did when I helped him cheat in Latin; he would come to get me at night, and I would spend the night in his closet. Only this time he'd give me books to study. I would help him get through his tutoring session each morning and then he'd bring me back to the maid's courters where I would start my duties for the day.

Things were going well for a little while. We managed that routine for almost a week.

However, I wasn't expecting the closet door to swing open, startling me. I came face to face with Marlon who stared at me with such fury and disgust it sent an unsettling feeling to my stomach.

Bob stood behind his father looking mortified. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out.

Only vomit.

I vomited all over Marlon.