The Alpha’s Rejected And Broken Mate
Chapter 66

Sophie's POV

I've been experiencing the worst sort of cravings lately, like apple and peanut butter. You wouldn't think that was delicious but it was and something I was eating everyday. It was like I couldn't get enough of it lately and I was packing on the pounds like you wouldn't believe. I stared at myself in the mirror, hating on my reflection. I could see my stomach was getting larger and so were my thighs. The dress I wore was unceremoniously ripped off of me and sent to the floor with the other ones.

A knock sounded on the door and I turned, to see my mother standing there, a wide smile on her face, even as she surveyed the mess I had made. "Looks like you're having trouble deciding what to wear" she said politely, trying not to giggle.

I frowned at her, not in the mood for teasing or jokes. "Everything looks awful on me" I pouted, gesturing towards the small mountain of clothes on mine and Darius's bedroom floor. "Nothing is fitting right" I complained, trying not to sound bitter about it. Maybe I needed to start training more? But I was already attending four times a week without the pounds coming off. Perhaps I needed to upp it up a bit.

"You do look like you've gained some weight" my mother said frankly and I winced at the harshness of her words. Did she have to be so blunt about it?

"Gee thanks mother" I said sarcastically, feeling really down about myself.

"That's not what I meant. Sophie, it's bound to happen when your in a relationship. If I didn't watch what I ate, unlike your father who possesses a high metabolism, I would be gaining a lot of weight too. Love makes you less inclined to watch your weight."

I guess she's right. I mean, since Darius and I talked and agreed to write that letter to Amber, which hopefully no one knows about, we've been much more intimate and loving towards each other in general. Still, though, it rankled not fitting into my old clothes. I spun around to tell my mother that and felt myself get dizzy all of a sudden, sitting down on the bed and fanning my face in shock.

"What happened?" exclaimed my mother, sitting beside me and also beginning to fan me. My cheeks felt flushed and I felt hot. "Don't know" I muttered "I just got dizzy that's all."

My mother eyed me with narrowed eyes. "Are you pregnant?" she asked outright.

God, how that question hurt. It might have been said with the best intentions but it killed me inside every time someone so much as asked about pregnancy or when Darius and I were having children. It wasn't helping that technically Darius was going to be a father, hopefully with some involvement in his child's life, while I would never get the chance to be a mother. I winced and tried not to show my facial expression to my mother, who was looking at me with excitement. I hated to burst her bubble, but I needed to set her straight.

"No mother" I sighed, rolling my eyes "I'm not pregnant. There's no chance of it either" I added hastily when I saw her open her mouth.

She closed it, looking disappointed. As she turned to the side, I swore I could see bruises, cleverly disguised underneath her makeup. I gently reached over and touched her cheek, her eyes widening as she whipped her head back around to face me. "What's this?" I asked gently, wondering how she had gotten the bruises.

We were both ignoring the fact that I was still technically in my underwear as I hadn't decided on which clothes to wear yet.

My mother flinched and then met my gaze head-on. "I decided to go back to training and well" she laughed nervously "as you can see I didn't do too well."

I was stunned, I hadn't anticipated mother wanting to go back to training and learning to fight. She'd always been so placid, so why the change of mind all of a sudden? It didn't make sense to me. "Training" I repeated, a bit suspicious "you?" "Yes, I decided it was time to learn to defend myself," my mother told me firmly and I nodded, in full agreement of that. But it begged the question of why she had decided this, after years of never training and being involved in the business. "Well good for you" I complimented her. "It's a good idea mother, I worry about you not being able to defend yourself if rogues attack" I added deadpan.

She smiled and nodded and then changed the subject. "I think you should wear the black dress, it suits your coloring and will hide the weight gain quite nicely," she said cheerfully.

I looked over at the dress she was pointing at and reluctantly grabbed it, shimmying into it and tossing my long blonde hair over my shoulder. I turned around and pointed at the zipper. "Can you help me do this up please?"

Mother quickly dragged the zipper up and I was finally dressed for the day. Darius was probably already doing work in the study. He was an early riser, going to training and then helping his parents to do paperwork or help out in the business. "Oh, what made you come visit anyway?" I asked mother as we walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I began to grab a bowl and put some cereal in it while mother watched.

"Oh I was visiting Luna Marian and I wanted to see how you were going," my mother said quietly "your father sends his regards."

"Why didn't he just come with you?"

"He had a bit of a headache" mother said lamely. I wanted to ask whether it was a headache or a hangover. Given my father, I suspected it was the latter.

We sat down at the kitchen table, chatting away before Darius came walking in. He smiled and came over, to peck me on the forehead. My mother smiled at him approvingly.

"Clarissa," he said with a grin, going over to my mother and giving her a hug "it's lovely to see you again" he added, as my mother beamed at him.

"I was wanting to steal my ahem lovely wife-to-be away if that's alright with you?" he asked and my mother gave us both a nod, getting up from the table.

"I think it's time I went and checked on your father anyway," she said softly, bending down to give me a hug "see if he's up yet."

"Let us know if you need anything" Darius added as he hugged her "and it is lovely to see you. We must make a trip out to see you at some stage."

"That would be nice" my mother gushed "but I'm planning on visiting Amber sometime soon as well. See how the poor girl is getting along."

It was nice of my mother to worry about my twin sister, even though technically she had forced Amber into an arranged marriage along with my father. I watched her walk away, out the front door, before I turned to Darius, wondering what it was he wanted. "What did you need me for?" I asked and watched his eyes turn shifty.

He motioned for me to follow him upstairs. I did so, watching him close and lock the door carefully behind him. Then, before I could move, he came towards me and pulled me in tight, holding me as though he never wanted to let go. It was a nice feeling.

He pulled back slightly and bent his head down, his eyes pitch black, staring into mine, before he took my lips with his own, plundering my mouth as I gave a low moan. His hands began to eagerly work the zipper. I fell onto the bed, and he began to tug my dress over my head, between kisses. His hand moved, undoing the clasp to my bra and letting it come over my shoulders and fall to the ground. Now I was lying there with nothing but my panties on.

"Darius" I gasped, his mouth capturing mine again. God, I was turned on, my juices beginning to flow as I got highly aroused. His hand crept towards my panties and before I could blink, he took them right off my legs.

"God, I want you" he hissed and I wanted him badly too. I could see his c**k becoming erect. It was straining his jeans. I reached over and tentatively pulled his zipper down, freeing his member. My hands reached out to cup him and I was rewarded with a sharp inhalation from Darius.

"Christ" he moaned as my hand began to touch him "that feels so damn good" he urged me to continue.

I didn't need any urging, my mouth gently closing in around him, tasting him, the smoothness of his shaft velvety in my mouth. His hands twined themselves in my hair as I kept turning on my side, Darius gingerly thrusting slowly inside of my mouth as I opened it wider, granting him further access.

He tasted so good and I increased the pressure, bobbing my head back and forth, as Darius's thrusts met me. Soon all you could hear was his moans and groans. "Goddamn Sophie" he swore, as my eyes stared directly at him "if you don't stop that, then I'm going to c*m" he growled.

I refused to stop and he grabbed my hair, pulling it so that I was forced to let go of his shaft, pulling back reluctantly as he winked at me. "I can't let you have all the fun" he laughed and turned me back on my back, lining himself at my entrance. But before he could enter me, I felt the dizziness return, mixed in with a high degree of nausea, that had me bolting upright and startling poor Darius.

"Geez. are you alright?" he asked as I bolted to the bathroom, reaching it just in time to vomit up my stomach contents into the toilet bowl.

"No," I said miserably, my stomach still churning "it must have been something I ate."

Darius looked apologetic now. "I'm so sorry Sophie, if I'd known you weren't feeling well..." he trailed off helplessly.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and flushed the toilet, reaching over for my toothbrush, but something made me hesitate. My mother's words came back to me. "You're not pregnant are you?"

I couldn't be. It was impossible and yet, some small part of me, whispered what was the harm in taking a pregnancy test? Other than the hurt I would feel when it came back negative.

I had to know. I reached down into the bathroom vanity and began to rifle through the drawers, crossing my fingers that someone had placed one in there. Sure enough, at the very back of the vanity, there lay a pregnancy test, still in its wrapping. Darius's eyes widened as I began to tear it open. "Sophie" he began warningly "I don't think this is a very good idea, do you? I mean, you know that you can't get pregnant. Do you really want to put yourself through this?"

I shook my head at him. He made sense but I still wasn't going to be stopped.

I sat down on the toilet, holding the test underneath my urine stream, before placing the lid on the test and balancing it on the edge of the vanity. I sat there, holding my stomach, which thankfully had managed to calm down somewhat, and I no longer felt as sick as I was before. Darius sighed and looked away, no doubt feeling sorry for me. I counted down the minutes and the seconds, each moment taking a lifetime. Darius frowned and grabbed hold of the test as I held my breath, praying, hoping vehemently for what would be the impossible.

Darius looked at me with wide eyes, that turned pitch black. His voice was shaking when he spoke. "Sophie, there's two lines on here. Doesn't that make you pregnant?" Just like that my world came crashing down around me.