A Hidden Child's Struggle
ARYA’S POV
After asking me about the hardest decision of my life, I had never felt so drained in my entire life, as if my food was being sucked out of me. The pack healer always visited and checked on me and Rem stayed by my side.
I let a few days pass, and thankfully, Alpha Leomourd, I meant my father, gave me time to decide.
It feels weird to call him father...but I guess I’ll just get used to it. I don’t fully trust him given the circumstances and I only trust my instincts now that I am in my most fragile state.
He knows that and gives me my privacy. He also tries to get closer to me and shows that he cares for m without imposing too much.
As for Rem, he was still focusing on taking care of the baby. Out of everyone here, including the pack’s healer, Rem is the only one who still believes that we could save the pups.
Rem just dropped by to give me my food tray and he stayed for a few minutes to engage me in a conversation. I could appreciate his efforts of wanting to make me comfortable and die out of boredom here…
“I knew staying here in these lonely four walls and staring at it blankly feels like being held as a captive, but trust me, this place is your home, Arya. Soon, you’ll be able to wander around and I could show you how good this place is.” He would always say to me, he talks high and regards this p[place as his sanctuary. And I could tell he loves the whole place and the people. “You’ll learn to love your home soon.”
However, I still felt like a stranger here. As if I never belonged here. I am trying to adjust but it is difficult. It makes me wonder if I belong in this place he calls home.
“How about the pack members? Do they even know of my existence? My father kept me hidden so bringing his unknown rogue daughter home must have been a shock to them.”
“Your father is currently having a meeting with them. He’s going to formally introduce you to them when you are fully recovered.” Rem answered.
“Being hidden your entire life..how do you feel you were separated from your twins?” I asked, that must have been hard on him, watching his twins thrive in their environment while he was shut ow of the opportunities he could have. He could have been the alpha too…yet he stayed here…
“Nah, at first it was hard for me, having to be on my own….but watching them happy with themselves is enough. Plus I was kept busy with my life. I made myself stronger and trained harder than anyone else. To protect the people I love. So they won’t be separated from me…”
Sadness was lacing in his tone. “And I am grateful for your father. If he didn't take me in and treated me like his son, then I might have been out in the wild, hunting my prey and ravaging anyone in my sight. I might have even taken the prohibited werewolf steroids and hunted the human towns.”
“But you didn't,”
“Yes, I am surprised I didn’t,” He smiled bitterly, “But you know, you and I are similar. we just had different encounters.”
I nodded, agreeing with him.
I was cast as the rogue wolf who had to be in constant survival mode and being hunted but turns out an alpha’s lost hidden daughter... While he was born as the third twin and cast aside and have to be alive on his own.
“Your father, Alpha Dyrroth, is my father’s enemy right? How did my father even take care of his enemy’s son?” I added since we were finally on the subject.
“I don’t even know. I asked him that but he would just joke with me.”
“Joke? Alpha Leomourd jokes?”
“Yes? Oh, it must be strange for you, even the other pack members also were shocked at how close we are. He treats me like his son and at the same time like his friend, He would joke around with me, while he would be intimidating to his subordinates that the members would get jealous at how I was the only one who could approach the old man.”
“Can we stop with the negative energy I don’t want to cry my tears out here, you’ll think I might be weak, and I don't want to ruin your impression of me.”
He then bit his lips, his eyes trailing down to my belly full of the herb leaves that the pack healer put to me.
He cleared his throat, “Can I touch your belly? I want to feel them.”
I nodded, “You took care of me, this is our reward.”
He smiled, his hands slowly patting my belly and he gulped.
I could feel a kick and he must have felt it too.
“Ah, they are kicking!” He exclaimed, a warm smile suddenly appeared on his face, and I chuckled at his expression.
“They must have recognized you.” I said, “ Since you are their savior.”
“Savior?” He shook his head, denying that, No, I am just your protector.”
He then removed his hands from my belly and sat back down.
I cleared my throat, asking him the question that’s been bugging me. “Does it bother you?
“What?”
“This is not your pups, Rem. They are the pups I made from my union with Kai….your twin.” I asked out of curiosity, “Don’t you feel any tinge of jealousy or competitiveness just like Zef did?”
Zef did take this pregnancy as bad news and even threatened to kill them…however, I am curious why rem is even nursing me to recover and wants to keep my pups.
“Why would I feel that?” He asked, “They are your pups. As long as they are yours, I am entitled to protect them.”
If I didn’t know him, I would have thought he was saying that just for the sake of it. But knowing him now, I knew he was speaking that out of his warm heart.
I suddenly thought about how nice would it be if Zef had the same perception as Rem. Zef should;t have thought about competitiveness.
“And besides, after you are pregnant with them, I could make my own with you-”
I started to playfully hit him with a pillow as he burst into laughter. “Rem! I am still recovering!”
“Haha, I am right! Soon, you would fall for me too and we could mate and have our own too!” He stated his plans, “And I would make more pups than Kai did! Just wait!!”
He stated that as if it wasn't a big deal as if my pregnancy now is not critical.
One thing I noticed these days is aside from the changes in my body and how progressively big my belly is getting, my relationship with Rem suddenly got closer.
I felt like trusting him more now since he had proved himself to me. I could just sense his warmth and gone were my negative impressions of him.
In fact, he is much better than Zef in my own opinion.
“How many months more do you have left?” He suddenly asked, “Hmmm… I think you have one more month left.”
I gasped, “What? That is how long I stayed here?”
