Stopped My Delivery, Alpha’s Mad Regret Chapter 01
Five years after our mating ceremony, Mirko had actually asked me out for Valentine’s Day—for the very first time.
The city was drowned in red roses and luminous confession billboards. Even the wind carried a sweet, sugary scent.
I sat in the passenger seat, one hand resting on my full, swollen belly, my heart thrumming with a fragile spark of hope.
Then Mirko’s phone vibrated.
He read the message, then spoke in a flat tone, “Sofia’s under a witch’s curse. Her pup has to be born by eleven a.m., or it’ll never know a happy life.”
“I promised her that this hour belongs only to her pup.”
I froze. Before I could utter a word, he added, “The pup Sofia is carrying is mine.”
My ears rang.
A second later, warm fluid seeped through the seat beneath me.
My face turned ashen white. I clutched his wrist. “Mirko, my water just broke—take me to the hospital.”
He frowned and pulled his hand back.
“You’ve always been fine. You can wait.”
“But Sofia’s fragile. She can’t endure any stress.”
Pain tore through me, cold sweat trickling down my temples—but laughter bubbled up anyway.
Trembling, I reached for my phone.
Before I could dial emergency help, Mirko snatched it away.
“Celia, stop throwing a fit,” he said in a cold voice.
“You’ve always been stronger than Sofia.”
“Didn’t you say you’d endure anything for this pup?”
Memories suddenly flooded back, of years ago—before Mirko became Alpha of the Blackbloom Pack.
In advanced shifting drills, I fell from a tall pine tree and fractured my arm.
He skipped all his training drills for the day to carry me to the pack hospital.
Rain was pouring down, yet not a single drop fell on me—he shielded me the entire way.
As the healer wrapped my arm in thick bandages, his eyes were rimmed red.
“Celia,” he whispered, “I’ll never let you suffer alone.”
Now, I was dying, and he didn’t even see me.
I clawed at the door handle, desperate to crawl onto the shoulder of the highway. If someone stopped… if anyone helped…
But Mirko had engaged the pup lock.
I went still.
“Open the door!” I gasped out. “Mirko, open it!”
He didn’t look at me.
“Do you want strangers gawking while you give birth? You may not care about humiliation, but I do.”
I tried to speak, but pain robbed me of my voice.
Another crippling contraction crashed over me. I gripped his arm.
“Mirko… if I die here, if the pup dies, will you regret it?”
His jaw tightened.
He slammed on the brakes.
My stomach hit hard against the seatbelt, and I screamed.
For one second, panic flashed across his face. He reached for me—
Then froze mid-motion.
His phone rang again.
One glance at the screen, and his expression shifted in an instant.
I could see the name clearly displayed.
Sofia.
He picked up the call.
Her soft, tear-choked voice poured from the speaker. “Mirko… where are you?”
His tone softened at once. “On the road. Traffic’s heavy.”
He hung up the phone, exhaustion etched into every line of his face.
“Celia, don’t push me,” he said in a low tone.
“The doctors say her pregnancy is high-risk. Keeping that pup alive is already a miracle.”
“I’m just asking you to wait until after eleven.”
I laughed so hard tears streamed down my cheeks.
