Chapter 42
The urgent call had ripped me from my sleep, a frantic message from Alice about a sickness that couldn’t wait. My heart had hammered against my ribs as we rushed to the packhouse,
Astor clearly has been hiding how he really feels about the baby because I could tell how worried he was the whole way.
Yes I’m angry but I’m not angry at the innocent baby that’s not even born yet because he didn’t choose to be born this way.
I don’t want to say that a part of me doesn’t resent the baby because it will forever be used against me. It’s a constant taunt that I will never be able to
get rid of
I don’t want anything to happen to the baby and I think I may be one of the reasons why she might be secret now and I feel guilty for stressing her out only to find out that there was no sickness.
Alice was perfectly fine, glowing even. I wanted to strangle her in front of everybody for playing such a dirty game with us but unfortunately, we had some pretty important people…
Alpha Sanders and Wendy.
Astor’s parents. They were here, their faces beaming, their voices loud with
joy.
I guess they’ve already received the good news and if I’m correct I think that’s the reason why they are here in the first place.
“Oh, Faith, darling!” Wendy cooed, her eyes sparkling. “Isn’t it wonderful? A grandchild! We’ve waited so long for this!”
I’ve always found it hard for this woman to show emotions such as happiness and love and I’ve seen her with her son and I have no doubt that
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she loves him but I have never seen this amount of happiness in her face.
Alpha Sanders, usually a man of few words, was equally effusive. A little one! Imagine, Faith. Astor will be a father, Our family will grow.
I was surprised because I thought he would find it outrageous and fume as much as I am but he looked like nothing could ruin his day after this.
Their happiness was a tsunami, crashing over me, drowning me in their excitement. They spoke of nurseries, names, and the future. And with every word, every joyful exclamation, a sliver of ice pierced my heart. They knew. They knew how I was feeling about the fact that my mate was carrying another woman’s child. And they didn’t care. Or perhaps, they did, but their delight in this new life overshadowed any consideration for my pain.
I sure have known that I couldn’t get happiness because today was very sweet and special only for it to end in a disaster.
Every fond look, every excited whisper about names or nursery colours, felt like a deliberate twist of the knife. It was as if they were completely oblivious to my presence, to the fact that I was standing right there, my mate’s mate, watching them celebrate the very thing that had shattered my world.
Alice deliberately cruel, leaned into her parents‘ praise, her hand resting possessively on her belly. Each smile she directed at them felt like a direct jab at me. It was too much. The air in the room grew thick, suffocating. My breath hitched. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t bear to witness their unadulterated joy when mine had been so brutally shattered.
“Excuse me,” I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper. I turned, stumbling away from the scene, my legs carrying me on autopilot. I needed to escape, to find a place where their happiness couldn’t reach me.
Maybe I’m being selfish right now but I don’t think it’s fair for everybody to celebrate this like it’s some kind of achievement and I didn’t expect it from Alpha Sander but I guess blood will always choose blood.
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Chapter 42
I practically fled from the room, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. The corridor felt long and empty, a welcome relief from the suffocating warmth I’d just endured. I don’t even think that anyone will notice because they’re too happy right now.
And then, I bumped right into someone
A solid, strong presence. I stumbled back, bracing myself for a collision, and looked up to see Alpha Kyle. His brow was furrowed with concern, his blue eyes scanning my face.
“Faith? Are you alright?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble, unexpectedly
gentle.
I wanted to scream my heart out but the words caught in my throat. What was there to say? That my mate was having a baby with another woman, and his parents were celebrating it right in front of me? That I felt like a discarded toy, a part of Astor’s life that was now deemed unimportant?
How do I compete with the woman who is about to give him his firstborn born and it will be even worse if she gives birth to a son.
“I… I’m fine,” I lied, my voice too high, too strained. I couldn’t talk to him. Not now. Not about this. I pulled away, leaving him standing there, a question lingering in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to say more, but I didn’t give him the chance. I just kept walking, the image of Alice’s smug smile and the sound of his parents‘ happy chatter echoing in my ears.
The house felt like a sanctuary, a place where I could finally let the mask slip. I fumbled with the lock, desperate to be inside, behind closed doors. But before I could even push the door open, strong arms wrapped around me from behind. My body tensed, ready to fight, but the familiar scent, the gentle pressure, told me who it was. Astor.
He nuzzled against my neck, a low, mournful sound rumbling in his chest. “Faith,” he whimpered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m here. I love you.”
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Those words were exactly what I needed but could I tolerate this daily for a month is a question that remains unanswered.
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