The Alpha's Property

Alpha ,she has failed the credit check and there is something you have got to see. I tell them I do not care, just give her the car. I will settle it. Alpha, the car is being arranged right now but honestly you have got to see this.

I do not bother to hide my annoyance at being interrupted. “This best be good… What is so important?”

I look at Eva’s financial report and my heart sinks for her. There is over £60,000 of secured loans defaulted on all against her house. All in the name of Ryan Jefferson. She must have agreed to be guarantor for him, and now he has not paid them back which means she will lose her home.

What sort of man is he? He should be cherishing her and providing for her not leaving her in dire straits.

I stride back into the office. “Here are your keys, can you arrange for someone to collect your other car?”

She looks at me, stunned, and I am mesmerised by how cute she is.  “Just like that?” she asks in her sweet voice, amazement etched on her face. She smiles at me; she is completely and utterly irresistible. I am desperate to kiss her again, but I have learned from last time I have to wait and be patient.

“Just like that!” I agree and I am rewarded with another dazzling smile from the most beautifully alluring woman I have ever met.

She accepts the keys from me and as she goes to leave, she turns back and says, “Thank you, Alpha.”

Fuck… I am in big trouble, my cock is already throbbing in need for her, my Eva.

My Mate.

MINE!

*** Eva ***

As I drive along in my new car, I feel like things are looking up, I feel lighter, more confident and it gives me a new determination to get my affairs in order.

I want Ryan out of my life. I do not want to live like this anymore and I am not tolerating him coming into my house whenever the fancy takes him when he is sleeping with someone else. I have tried desperately to give him a chance to be in Summer’s life but he is not interested. He has made it clear since the day I found out I was pregnant that he does not want to be a father.

I thought once Summer was here, he would change his attitude, but everything was so sour between us, he didn’t even try to love her. I know I have pushed this because of my own lack of father growing up. I have tried and tried to get Ryan to accept our daughter, but enough is enough. How could he not even love his own flesh and blood? I suppose his reaction to me being pregnant in the first place should have warned me that this was not going to happen how I hoped, but I was already so in love with my little surprise, I didn’t want to see how against the idea he was.

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*~ Flashback ~*

*** Three Years Ago ***

“You’re what?” Ryan shouts at me, making me flinch.

“I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby, Ryan,” I explained. I thought I had been pretty clear the first time I announced to him I was carrying his child. I seriously do not see what his problem is.

We have been married for over three years, we are both employed and we have a home. Is it really such an issue that I am pregnant? I know it wasn’t exactly planned but it wasn’t prevented either.

I try to think if he ever said anything about having children but now that I think about it, he always changed the subject whenever it came up.

“Well, you best get rid of it, Eva, I do not want any sprogs running around.” I feel my tummy turn to ice water, my tongue is too big for my mouth, and I cannot breathe.

“Get rid of it?” I ask him, unbelieving. Why? Why is he doing this? “Ryan, it’s our child, our baby, I am keeping it. I want this baby.”

“I don’t. I don’t want it, Eva, and if you go ahead with this, I don’t want you either, you’re on your own.” Without a backward glance, he walks out of our home and does not return for three days.

By the time he comes back, I have worked through my heartache of his rejection of not only me but our innocent babe growing inside me too. I have become angry instead.

“Have you got rid of it?” he asks me emotionlessly. I just shake my head back at him which leads to him accusing me of forcing him to have a child he does not want, that I have done this on purpose and he will never forgive me for it, before he leaves yet again.

He went on a six-month tour of Iraq, and I went into premature labour while he was away. Summer was born eight weeks early and I was terrified I was going to lose her. I did it alone. Salma did come to visit and helped me with essentials but after Summer was born, Ryan’s salary stopped coming in. I had no option but to go back to work despite having a poorly new-born and feeling traumatised.

The day Ryan’s parents turn up at my house and realise they have a grandchild confirms the extent of Ryan’s denial. His mum is heartbroken, and his dad is angry and disgusted at his son's behaviour. Ryan accuses me of turning them against him.

I have no one to support me, my own mother is living in the south of France with husband number six who is a handsy leach. It’s just me and my little girl.

Over the next few years, Ryan would randomly turn up, but he never asked about the baby, he never held her or even looked at her and it broke my heart that he remained closed off to her. I wanted more for my little girl than I had, I wanted her to have the daddy I never did.

Looking back now, those times when he came home were obviously the times he had argued with his new piece on the side and he had nowhere else to go. He would come into my house uninvited, looking down his nose at me and his daughter and then he would leave me all alone, feeling even more unloved and dejected each time he did.

*** End of Flashback ***