Fated to The Alpha

Athena's pov

 "I'm sorry, Luna Athena, the pregnancy results came out negative," I took the envelope with shaky fingers, licking my top lip nervously, wetting it as rapid thoughts spiraled through my mind.

 "Are you sure this wasn't a mistake?" I asked the pack doctor desperately. "I haven't seen my flow for 2 months now, I was sure–"

 "It's not a mistake," He affirmed with a hint of impatience. "I've already done this test for you three times, every time it's negative because you're not pregnant,"

 His words felt like a death sentence, my fingers reached for the closest thing, his oak desk. The rims of my eyes burned with unshed tears.

 "What will I tell the Alpha?" I whispered, my heart slowing down.

 "What else can you tell him? The truth," the pack doctor said dismissively, " I pushed myself up to my feet, they nearly gave out under me.

 "Don't overthink it, this is probably why you have not been able to get pregnant and why you have not been seeing your monthly flow. Stress can be a huge factor and..." he was blabbing when I walked out of the consultation room, swaying like a reanimated corpse.

  One of my 'bodyguard's' read despondent look off my face like a book, he placed two fingers on his ear probably mind linking the others outside the pack hospital.

 In moments, Raphael would know that I had failed him once again.

 Cold shiver ran from the tip of my fingers all across my entire body, freezing me please until the bodyguard nudged me with his bull sized body, pushing me towards the elevator.

 I knew that he was employed not because Raphael was really concerned about my safety, but just to keep me in line. To make sure I never ran away and remained his puppet forever.

  Several years had passed, but I still remember the day my stepfather summoned me. He called me into his inner chambers then took me to the balcony ranting some nonsense about pack politics and needed to stay loyal no matter what.

 All in all I was more than relieved when he finally shut up for like 2 seconds, but that was when he pressed a heavy hand on my shoulder and told me that I would be marrying the Cold Alpha king of the silver moon pack.

  I chuckled at first, assuming he was trying to mess with me with his usual morbid humor.

 He wasn't joking.

 "Why? Why me?!" I cried out.

 He laughed, "You didn't actually think that I would send my own daughter right?"

 A lump the size of a fist formed in my throat.

 I never truly saw him as family, and I knew my feelings weren't one-sided. But to think that he would do this to me.

 Alpha Raphael had a reputation that preceded him, a bad one, to say the least. He was cunning, cruel and vicious. The type of person one would bring up in a horror