Reclaimed by My Alpha

Natalia and Andrei’s marriage was originally a three-year contract. With only 30 days left until the contract ends, Natalia discovered that she’s pregnant.

Just when she thought Andrei would reconsider divorcing her because of this, his deceased first mate, Lilith, returned. Feeling hopeless, Natalia decided to initiate the divorce.

However, at their engagement party, Andrei received the news of Natalia’s car accident, along with the shocking discovery of her pregnancy test results...

NATALIA

Positive. Estimated gestation: 8 weeks.

I stared down at the slip of paper the nurse had handed me. Just a few lines of numbers, hormone levels, and bolded words I kept reading over and over again like they might change.

"Congratulations, Luna. You're two months pregnant."

The room blurred. The scent of antiseptic clung to the air, the crisp white of the clinic walls suddenly too bright, too sterile. I blinked, sure I’d misheard.

“Pregnant?” I echoed, but my voice came out like a whisper dragged over gravel.

I pressed a hand to my stomach. Nothing had changed on the outside—no swell, no movement—but inside, something had shifted so profoundly I couldn’t breathe.

Pregnant. Andrei’s child.

And only thirty days left until our marriage contract ended.

My thoughts spiraled. A thousand emotions surged all at once—happiness, fear, and a terrible, fragile hope. For so long, I had dreamed of a future with him. Not the one written in ink, but one chosen. Real. And now, maybe…

Maybe this changed everything.

The nurse beamed and handed me a printout. "Two months along. Healthy vitals. Congratulations again."

There was no picture yet. No flicker of a heartbeat on a screen. Just data. Cold, clinical, undeniable.

And yet... my hands trembled as I held it. As if the paper itself might crumble under the weight of what it meant.

Inside me, something had already begun.

A life. A new thread in the tapestry of fate I never thought I’d get to weave.

My child.

Our child.

I pressed the paper against my chest and closed my eyes, trying to slow my breathing.

Our marriage had never been about love. It had been a matter of convenience, a strategic decision made by a man who’d lost everything—and a girl who had nothing left to lose.

When Andrei found me, I was barely surviving in a broken pack overrun by rogues. An orphan, unnoticed, unimportant. I hadn’t expected more than another bitter winter.

But the day he rode in with his warriors, cold and fierce as a blizzard, fate struck. One look—and I knew. My wolf knew.

We were mates.

But fate, I learned quickly, wasn’t always kind.

Even as he stared back at me with recognition, something in his eyes remained distant. Closed off. Like the door had been bolted from the inside and he had no intention of opening it again.

Andrei offered marriage—not love. A five-year contract. Terms were laid out like a business deal.

We would marry. I would serve as Luna. After five years, we’d reject each