Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 192: Mood Swings and Pregnancy

Being pregnant felt utterly unreal in a way that I still couldn’t fully wrap my mind around or explain to anyone else, as if my body had suddenly transford into its own separate, mysterious world overnight without any warning at all.

I am still a very young woman, who hadn’t seen the whole world—not even lived her life. Yes, I am a very successful woman—both in love and career. But this was a total unchartered area.

One mont I had been just , navigating my everyday life with all its familiar rhythms and struggles, and the next I found myself carrying a tiny new life inside that made every single fear I harboured feel impossibly sharper and more urgent, while every fleeting joy burned brighter than ever before, and even the smallest physical sensation beca impossible to ignore or brush aside.

The fear lingered there constantly, heavy and unyielding like a weight on my chest, but it beca tangled up with a profound sense of wonder and a strange, quiet happiness that kept sneaking up on when I least expected it to appear.

It was terrifying beyond words, yes, plunging into doubts I never anticipated, but it was also beautiful in a deeply moving way that made my chest ache with a bittersweet fullness I had never known.

A baby.

There was a life inside which will grow and call ’mama.’ I will be its mother—everything is so surreal.

In a way, I am feeling like an oven with a bun inside of .

I was dressed in soft, cozy house clothes that no longer felt as loose and carelessly thrown-on as they used to in my pre-pregnancy days, with the loose top draping gently over my still flat belly belly in a way that made keep glancing down at it repeatedly, feeling half protective of what was growing there and half disbelieving that it was actually happening to .

The comfortable bottoms sat lightly and gently on my hips without pressing into any spot that might cause discomfort or irritation, because everything I wore had transford into a deliberate choice cantered on comfort now, all about softness, ease, and gentle support.

Even the smallest tight seam or scratchy fabric felt utterly unbearable against my skin when my emotions were already running so raw and heightened.

So, I kept adjusting my clothes without even aning to do it consciously, as if making sure they still fit properly sohow would help make the entire overwhelming reality of my pregnancy feel a little less dreamlike and surreal.

I sat squarely on Hellen’s lap because I had insisted on being physically close to her for comfort and reassurance, only to imdiately act like I craved independence and space the very second, I got exactly what I had demanded in the first place.

My mood kept swinging wildly from a desperately needy oga to a sharply irritated to a warmly affectionate and back again so fast that even I, the one living through it, couldn’t keep up with the constant shifts inside .

One second, I wanted all their attention focused solely on , the next I wanted everyone to leave completely alone in peace, and then I wanted them drawn right back again because I suddenly felt too exposed and vulnerable to be by myself even for a mont.

The hormones surging through my system made everything feel so much louder and more intense inside my head and heart, as if every single thought and emotion had been cranked up to maximum volu without my permission.

"I want to eat pastry and pickles at once, right now," I demanded forcefully, glaring at Ivory with all the intensity of soone who felt she had personally offended just by existing as a barrier between and my sudden, overpowering craving.

"But it will taste absolutely terrible if you mix them together like that," Ivory replied, frowning deeply at as though she could still appeal to reason and logic in the face of my irrational demand.

Ana sighed heavily from her spot nearby, already wearing the resigned expression of soone who had fully accepted that this chaotic back-and-forth was simply how the entire day was destined to unfold without any hope of change.

"It’s her cravings kicking in strong—first trister is absolutely full of these unpredictable urges," Ana explained matter-of-factly.

"I want to eat it all right this instant!" I said even louder, crossing my arms defiantly while still perched on Hellen’s lap, my voice rising with frustration. "If you truly love like you say you do, then you will let eat whatever I want without any more argunts."

That declaration made Ivory turn toward Ana imdiately with genuine concern etched across her face, her eyes wide with worry.

"Will eating sothing like that actually affect her health or the baby’s health in a negative way?" Ivory asked urgently.

"Not necessarily at all," Ana replied in her usual practical tone, even if her expression carried the visible signs of tiredness from handling these monts all day long. "She’s craving it intensely, so her body can probably digest it just fine without any real issues."

I squird restlessly again in Hellen’s lap, growing more irritated by the second that they were talking around as if I weren’t right there instead of listening directly to what I was demanding of them.

"Let go right now—I can sit on the couch all by myself if you won’t listen!" I snapped petulantly.

"I have never seen you this moody or unpredictable before in all the ti I’ve known you," Hellen said gently, though her voice carried a soft, amused undertone rather than any real annoyance or frustration.

That comnt only made glare at her even harder, because deep down I knew she was completely right about my behaviour, and that self-awareness only fuelled my embarrassnt further.

I was moody beyond belief, emotional in waves I couldn’t control, and hungry in a way that felt utterly impossible to satisfy no matter what I tried.

One minute I wanted nothing but sweets to soothe , the next I craved sothing salty and sour to cut through the sweetness, and then suddenly I wanted both combined at the sa ti just because my body seed determined to confuse and tornt with these conflicting urges.

I didn’t even fully understand the cravings myself or where they ca from; I only knew that when they hit with full force, they hit hard and relentlessly, and if I didn’t get exactly what I wanted soon enough, everything inside turned restless, unhappy, and ready to lash out.