Sylvies POV

The Day Before the Wedding.

I woke up feeling nauseous again.

For the past few days, every morning had been the same a sudden wave of sickness that sent me rushing to the bathroom. I barely made it before throwing up. My stomach felt bloated and tight. My breasts were sore and noticeably fuller. I felt exhausted even after sleeping.

After emptying my stomach, I quietly pulled out the pregnancy test I had bought in secret. My hands trembled as I peed on the stick and waited.

Two pink lines appeared almost immediately.

Positive.

I stared at the test in stunned silence. I was pregnant. Damien had successfully bred me. I was carrying my old bully’s child just one day before I was supposed to marry Alex.

A storm of emotions hit me guilt, fear, shame… and a deep, dark thrill that made my pussy throb. I slipped the test into a hidden drawer and tried to compose myself.

Downstairs, the house felt like Damien’s domain.

He was in the kitchen, shirtless and commanding, while Mia cooked breakfast wearing nothing but an apron. Alex was still upstairs.

Damien looked at me and immediately knew. His hand slid possessively over my slightly bloated belly.

“Positive?” he murmured.

I nodded. “yes Daddy”

He smirked with pure satisfaction. “Good girl. My seed took root. You’re growing a real man’s baby while you’re still pretending to be that beta’s wife.”

The morning sickness hit me again. I rushed to the sink and threw up while Damien rubbed my back, almost tenderly.

Alex came downstairs a few minutes later. He looked soft and tired, still completely unaware.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, concern in his eyes. “You’ve been sick every morning lately.”

“Just wedding nerves,” I lied, forcing a bright smile. “I’ll be fine.”

He kissed my cheek gently. The contrast between his soft, loving kiss and Damien’s possessive touch on my pregnant belly made me feel dizzy.

Throughout breakfast, Damien’s hand stayed on my thigh under the table, occasionally stroking my swollen belly. I felt bloated, full, and constantly on edge. Every time I moved, I could feel the subtle changes in my body the tenderness, the fullness, the life growing inside me.

The rest of the day was a whirlwind of last minute wedding preparations.

I tried on my dress again the scandalous scarlet and black lace gothic gown I had chosen months ago. It was anything but traditional. It hugged my curves tightly, especially around my slightly rounded belly. The low neckline showed off my breasts, which had grown fuller from the pregnancy. When I turned, the “Free Use Blacked Whore” tramp stamp on my lower back was clearly visible.

I looked like a bride who belonged to someone else.

Mia and Emily helped me get ready, both of them giggling and touching my belly.

“You’re going to look so hot walking down the aisle with Damien’s baby inside you,” Emily whispered.

I felt another wave of nausea and arousal at the same time.

Later in the afternoon, while Alex was out running errands, Damien pulled me into the guest room and fucked me slowly but deeply, careful not to be too rough with my pregnant body.

“You’re mine now,” he growled as he filled me again. “Tomorrow you say ‘I do’ to him… but you’ll always be carrying my child.”

I came hard, tears in my eyes from the overwhelming mix of emotions.

By evening, I was exhausted. Alex and I had a quiet dinner together. He was sweet and attentive, talking about our future, our honeymoon, our life together.

I smiled and nodded, playing the perfect fiancée, while his child Damien’s child grew inside me.

As we went to bed that night, I felt the full weight of everything.

Tomorrow I would marry Alex.

But I was already pregnant with another man’s baby.

And I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop.

(Next chapter i hope you all enjoy its been the chapter i wanted to write the most because of ehat it leads too so i hope you all enjoy it. And if possible comment what you think will happen)