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The Alpha’s Forbidden Seamstress Lover

“An unrequited love is just a lover's hell” Ciara was a human struggling in a werewolf world with all the odds against her. She dared to dream crushing hard on Lycan Fidel despite knowing her fantasies would never become a reality. One night when Fidel was drunk and tried to get intimate with her she agreed to his advances only for him to label her a mistake due to the rules. With no other option, she left the pack and fled to another where she was taken in and treated nicely. She tried her best to forget about the best night of her life but fate had other plans when it was revealed she was pregnant.

Scholaherley · ファンタジー
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75 Chs

The Shock

Ciara stepped into the warm shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of her tumultuous dream. She closed her eyes, feeling the tension melt from her shoulders. After a refreshing rinse, she dressed in her uniform and headed to the tailor house.

"Lam, good morning!" she said, reporting for duty.

"Ah, Ciara! Good morning! I have a special task for you today," Lam replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I want you to create a design for a high-ranking official's ceremonial attire. It needs to be exquisite, something that will make our tailor house shine!"

Ciara's eyes widened as she accepted the challenge. She spent the morning sketching ideas, her mind racing with possibilities. As she worked, her coworkers gathered around, offering suggestions and encouragement.

With a clear vision in mind, Ciara began to bring her design to life. She carefully selected the finest fabrics, her fingers moving with precision as she stitched and embroidered the intricate patterns.

As the day wore on, the tailor house buzzed with anticipation. Ciara's design was taking shape, and it was breathtaking. The official arrived, and his eyes widened in awe as he beheld the finished garment.

"Extraordinary!" he exclaimed. "This is truly a masterpiece! Ciara, you have outdone yourself!"

The tailor house erupted in applause, and Lam beamed with pride. "Well done, Ciara! You've made us all shine today!"

As Ciara sat alone during break time, lost in thought, Brenda approached her with a curious expression. "Hey, Ciara, I couldn't help but overhear the official raving about your design. It's truly stunning!"

Ciara smiled, her eyes lighting up with pride. "Thanks, Brenda! I'm really glad he liked it."

Brenda leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I heard him mention that the Alpha seeks a new personal tailor, and I think you'd be perfect for the job. My dad, you know, the past Beta? He's still got connections. I could ask him to put in a good word for you."

Ciara's eyes widened, surprise and excitement mingling. "Really? That would be amazing, Brenda! I'd be forever grateful."

Brenda smiled, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I'll talk to my dad tonight. With his help, I'm sure you'll get the opportunity. You're too talented to be hidden Ciara!"

Ciara's heart swelled with gratitude, a sense of hope rising within her. Maybe, just maybe, this was the chance she needed to forge a new path forward.

As the day drew to a close, Ciara made her way back to her quarters, her heart still buzzing with excitement. She couldn't believe her luck - Alpha Lamar had chosen her as his personal tailor! The thought sent a thrill through her veins.

She recalled the way he had looked at her, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her skin tingle. "You're a true artist, Ciara," he had said, his voice low and husky. "I want you to create clothes that reflect my status, my power. I want to be dressed by the best, and I believe that's you."

Ciara felt a surge of pride and gratitude. She had worked tirelessly to hone her craft, and now, the Alpha himself had recognized her talent. She couldn't wait to get started on his first outfit, to create something that would make him stand out, something that would make him proud.

As she settled into her quarters, she let out a contented sigh. Today had been a day of unexpected surprises, but it had ended on a high note. She knew that this new role would come with its challenges, but she was ready to face them head-on. After all, the Alpha deserved only the best, and she was determined to deliver just that.

With a happy heart, she drifted off to sleep, her mind already racing with ideas for her next creation.

In her dream, Ciara saw two identical children, their eyes fixed on her with an unsettling intensity. "Mama!" they chimed in unison, their voices echoing through her mind.

Ciara's heart raced as she tried to flee, but the twins pursued her relentlessly. "Mama, Mama!" they cried, their voices growing louder, more insistent.

She darted around a corner, her breath coming in short gasps. But the twins were always one step behind, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. And then, in a flash of terror, their eyes glowed red, like embers from a fire.

"Mama, we've found you!" they exclaimed, their voices dripping with excitement.

As Ciara watched in horror, the twins transformed into wolves, their bodies contorting, their limbs stretching. They snarled and snapped, their teeth bared, their eyes still glowing with an eerie red light.

Ciara's heart raced faster, her mind reeling with fear. She tried to scream, but her voice was trapped in her throat. Just as the wolves were about to pounce, the dream shifted, and she found herself in a confined bedroom, with white walls and a flowery bed...and there he was Fidel.

Fidel's voice was low and husky, his words dripping with longing. "Ciara, where are you? My heart aches for you."

Ciara was transfixed, her eyes fixed on Fidel as he approached her. She tried to speak, but her voice was trapped in her throat.

Fidel's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense. And then, his eyes dropped to her belly, and his expression changed. His eyes widened;his face lit up with wonder.

"Ciara, your belly... it's... it's growing," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

As he spoke, Ciara's belly suddenly protruded, as if she was months pregnant. She gasped, her hands instinctively going to her stomach.

Fidel walked behind her, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace. "I'll be waiting for you... and them," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Ciara's heart raced, her mind reeling with fear. And then, Fidel's teeth sank into her neck, sending a wave of pain and terror through her body.

Ciara woke up with a start, her heart racing, her thoughts still fearful. She tried to catch her breath, but a wave of nausea washed over her, sending her rushing to the bathroom to vomit.

As she stood over the toilet, her mind reeled with the implications. She knew, without a doubt, that she was pregnant. And Fidel's words echoed in her mind... "I'll be waiting for you... and them."

And suddenly her eyes rolled out. She fainted.