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Sandro’s heavy footsteps echoed into the room, making Arabella jump in surprise.

He scowled, glaring from Mrs Mabel, who trembled at the sight of him, to Arabella, who tried to act as fearless as possible.

Yet, he could see the fear that emerged to the surface every now and then.

He was furious. Sandro had overheard all that was said as he was within earshot.

He wondered if they realized that. Maybe that was why they looked afraid, although he doubted there was anything for the doctor to be afraid of as she didn’t entertain the idea of Arabella aborting the child in her.

Tension filled the room, making it hard to breathe. Arabella sensed Sandro’s anger radiating from him. When he spoke, his voice was low and menacing.

“Not if I kill you first,” he growled, never taking his eyes off her.

He heard. He heard everything that was said. Arabella shuddered, emitting a breath. She flushed a deep shade of red before averting her gaze from him.

Yet, she still felt the intensity of his gaze on her.

“You need to tell me everything about that demon inside you,” He snapped.

Although she was afraid and couldn’t imagine what he might do to her, Arabella refused to show fear and give him the satisfaction that she was afraid.

She scoffed defiantly, “You can’t keep me captive forever. My people will come, and they’ll make sure you pay for your actions.”C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Try all you want, Sandro,” she declared with fierce determination, “You can’t contain the fire within me. Threats won’t silence a phoenix, much less the queen.”

Sandro’s face twisted with anger at her bold words, and he let out a low growl that filled the room.

“Mind your tongue, Arabella,” he warned, “I’m the Alpha, and I’ve earned respect and obedience in Ascotan through my actions and leadership.”

His eyes gleamed dangerously as he emphasized his words, trying to assert dominance and regain control. But Arabella wasn’t easily intimidated; she met his hard stare with one of her own.

“Respect isn’t something you can demand, Sandro,” she said calmly but firmly. “It’s earned through actions and trust. You’re a monster, unworthy of your status.”

Sandro’s snarl grew deeper at her insinuation, and he stepped closer, his fists clenched. But Arabella cut him off before he could respond, hitting him where it hurt the most.

“Usurper,” she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. “That’s what they call someone who claims the throne without the people’s support and acceptance.”

Sandro’s fierce gaze returned to Arabella. Ignoring her comment, he said, “No one can come into my territory and threaten me over you,” he growled. “You’re mine, and you always have been.”

Arabella’s teeth gritted, “I’m not your possession, Sandro,” she shot back. “I’m a person with my own choices and can’t be owned.”

Arabella’s heart skipped a beat at his next word.

“I have reason to believe you’re carrying my child,” he said, his intense gaze making her feel small and vulnerable. “But a paternity test will confirm it. As much as I want that child in you not to be born fatherless, I won’t father a demon.”

“Let’s be clear,” he continued. “If anyone confronts me about you or that child, I’ll kill them without hesitation. If you care about yourself and your people, you’ll tell me the truth while I’m still being lenient.”

“Whose child is inside you, Arabella?” Sandro’s eyes bore into hers, the intensity burning into her soul.

She hesitated momentarily, feeling the weight of Sandro’s expectations. She knew her answer would have far-reaching consequences, but the consequences be damned!

Something inside Arabella snapped. She was fed up with being manipulated and controlled by Sandro, tired of living in fear of what he might do to her or the baby.

Without thinking, she blurted out. “It is Blaze’s.”

Sandro’s expression darkened as he processed her words. For a moment, he said nothing, his eyes searching hers for any sign of deceit.

He couldn’t quite understand why the mention of his former Beta, Blaze, filled him with such fury. It wasn’t just the betrayal he felt at Blaze’s defection; it was the fact that he had been intimate with Arabella and, worse, that she had enjoyed it.

The thought of Arabella in Blaze’s bed lingered in Sandro’s mind, and the thought of Blaze experiencing the same pleasures was almost unbearable. Despite his anger, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy and hurt.

Sandro moved aggressively towards her, grabbing her arm and pulling her off the bed without any gentleness. Arabella cried out in pain as he slammed her into the wall.

“That child in you needs to leave,” he seethed. “I don’t care if I have to tear it out or torture you until you bleed. You’ll have no other man, especially a demon spawn, in you!”

Arabella’s heart thumped as she stared up at Sandro, “You can’t do this, Sandro,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear. “You can’t hurt me or the child.”

Sandro’s anger blazed in his eyes as he stared down at her. “I can do whatever I want,” he snarled. “I’m the Alpha. I am Alessandro De Luca, and I won’t let some demon spawn take you or my pack away from me.”

Arabella struggled to free herself, but his grip remained unyielding, tears welled in her eyes.

She felt lost and terrified, not knowing how to escape the dire situation and fearing for the safety of herself and her unborn child.