Young Alpha This is How I Met Your Mom

Chapter 3

Rachel's POV

Enzo doesn't wait until we make to my bedroom.

"We will conceive tonight, have a son and be crowned within the year.  No male in my family has had a girl in 50 generations," he explains as he fingers me in the hallway. 

"Take me now.  I will be the perfect Queen."

His kiss is sizzling as he grabs me and presses into me.  He marks me at our climax. 

When he pulls out, he pulls me to my bedroom.  That night I am pleased beyond my dreams. 

Alpha Enzo is everything I could ever want in a husband.  I will be the next Queen for sure. 

The next morning is our official wedding.  Daddy meets me and Renee in our dressing room. 

"How much trouble did my Rachel give you about a modest wedding dress?" Daddy asks Carolyn. 

"None," Renee answers, walking out smiling.  Although she is walking a little funny.  "They actually didn't fight at all."

Carolyn and I hug, making Daddy laugh. 

"My girls made excellent choices last night.  And I see you are both marked," Daddy looks at Renee. 

"I'm okay.  He was gentle and kind."

I smile.  "Enzo is not either of those things."

Renee and I giggle as our father makes a silly face. 

"Okay, girls, let's get this show on the road," Daddy holds out his arms.  I take the left, Renee the right. 

Daddy leads us back to the hall.  As we walk, I see Renee lower her eyes when a young Alpha stares at her. 

I mindlink her through our twin bond.

Me- Who is that?

Renee- A young Alpha who has a serious crush on me. 

Me- Girl, he has it bad.  Are you sure you made the right choice?

Renee- The way Tristan made my first time perfect.  He was so gentle, like I matter more than the result.  I made the right choice. 

Her words hit me like a brick.  Enzo mentioned 'putting a son in me' over 20 times last night.  I look up at the altar.  Tristian is almost itching to get to Renee.  Enzo is looking at me like I am prey. 

As we get closer, Tristian walks toward us.  Enzo sees him and does the same.  Daddy chuckles and hands us off to our husbands. 

Renee giggles at something Tristian says.  Enzo says nothing. 

After the vows, the Elder announces, "You may kiss your bride."

Tristian gently cups Renee's faces and whispers to her before kissing her.  Enzo grabs the back of my head and forces our lips together. 

"We are leaving for New York now.  I have too many things going on to linger," Enzo informs Daddy after we cut the cake. 

"I understand, Alpha.  Remember, your promise to treat my daughter with love," Daddy's Royal Command is strong and Enzo lowers his head in respect.

"My King, she is my greatest jewel.  I will keep her safe and happy," Enzo whisks me away. 

My next twelve years are brutal.  Each year I get pregnant.  Each year I give him a girl.  He tosses them to a wet nurse and refuses to acknowledge them.  Each labor is brutal.  I take longer to recover each time. 

Finally, in year thirteen, the ultrasound shows it's a boy!

"Enzo," I tell him weakly.  "Your boy is coming.  Please let this be our last child."

The sting of his back hand is sharp. 

"After twelve girls you think one boy is enough?  You will deliver this boy and then you will give me one more boy.  Then you can stop," Enzo slaps me again to accent his point. 

My daughters all look hollow and weak.  They should be the Alpha's Daughters, Princesses of the Pack.  But they are treated worse than me.  I am kept from them.  I see them working in the hallways.  Even my 3 year old has cleaning duties.  My eldest has hard eyes like her father.  I see her plotting, but I do nothing to stop her. 

I deliver my son, Giuseppe, on August ninth, thirteen years to the day after we met. 

Enzo is so overjoyed, he declares I may have a year of rest.  It will take that long to organize a proper coronation for he and I to take over for my father.

"Can the girls now be recognized?" I ask, hoping his good mood will extend something to them.

Enzo laughs.  "What girls?"

He is looking into Giuseppe's basket and smiling. 

"Our twelve daughters.  One will turn fourteen soon.  And the youngest girl is almost one," I look at him, hoping he will think of them now. 

"No one in the pack knows about girls.  All our children before our son, died at birth.  Do you understand?" Enzo's eyes are cold and cruel.  He looks at me only to make sure I understand.  "That weak Alpha Tristian may delight in girls.  The way he pampers them is disgusting.  Three useless girls and he acts like they are the most precious creatures on earth.  I have the son.  The heir is mine, the crown, the throne, the kingdom.  All will be mine and then my son's.  My bloodline will rule for centuries.  There will never be a female in my bloodline to taint it's purity."

I look to the door my eldest daughter hears every word from his lips.  I can see my youngest daughter peek in, but the eldest pulls her back. 

I failed my daughters.  I can't save them.