Mountain Springs

I got drunk during the Annual Alpha Conference and accidentally slept with Anton, the Alpha of the rivaling clan!
I managed to sneak out of the hotel so that I wouldn't embarrass the pack. I told no one other than my younger sister, although I did not mention who he was. 
The present: Three weeks later, I reached adulthood and was about to take over as the pack's Alpha. I would be transforming for the first time at eighteen, awakening my inner wolf as everyone watched. I was on my knees, using all my strength to transform… But nothing happened. Had I failed? 
Not resigned to my fate, I tried again. But that was when my heart hurt as if someone was grabbing it and my belly heated up as the rest of my body screamed in pain… I drop to the floor, unconscious. 
When I woke up, the first words I heard were from the doctor.
"She's pregnant…"
In our world, any werewolf pregnant with children not belonging to their mates were treated as pariahs, oppressed by one and all. I did not dare to look up at my parents, who would obviously be disappointed. 
"Baby," said my mother. "Just get an abortion, and we'll continue the ceremony. You are still the Alpha of our pack.
"Ellie," said my father. "If you don't get an abortion, you will never be my daughter ever again.
As much as I loved my family, I was the only one my child could count on. That was why I decided to leave home.
Thankfully, my younger sister managed to get Anton's number, but the only thing he said over the phone was, "It's been so long. I can't remember what really happened."
So, from now on, I would be a single parent to my child! I swore to give him the good life and to help all pariah wolves find a place to settle! 
Years passed, and Anton was almost thirty. With his father's insistence, Anton finally found himself a mate… But who could explain why she was so disgusted with him?

Pregnant with Enemy Alpha's Baby

It was then that I realized I was about to enter this place. I couldn't let go and was eager to see it for myself. I couldn't stand the agony of not being able to find out anything.

I glanced at the middle-aged man, who was probably guarding the opera house; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stop me so quickly. It suddenly dawned on me that Kirk might have been right; perhaps coming during the day would be more appropriate.

I quickly withdrew my hand and apologized, "I'm sorry."

I turned to look at Kirk, stepping back to be on the same page with him. I took another look at the opera house and was ready to leave with Kirk.

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped us.

My steps halted, and I turned to ask him, "Is there something you'd like to tell us, sir?"

Kirk also looked puzzled, his gaze filled with confusion as he watched the middle-aged man.

Closing the Door