SOLIDIFYING HATRED

Blaire:

To say I was shocked and in denial might be the biggest understatement of the century. My heart was frantically racing, and my head was getting dizzy with everything the doctor was saying.

This couldn't be.

If this was a dream, then I was desperate to wake up anytime because it was nightmarish. I cannot be pregnant. I was too young for that. And for who even? The tall demon that lacked a conscience?

Would he even give me a listening ear? Would he even buy the whole pregnancy sh*t? He would think I was making up stories just to gain his sympathy and make me his Luna instead of his maid.

Besides, with all I've witnessed so far, he seemed like someone who could tear the growing fetus out of me.

The thought almost made me puke, and I didn't realize how long I screamed for, but at the end, I was scared that the doctor might also diagnose a heart attack by the time I was done. My throat was dry and in need of water, and my feelings were overridden by sadness.

The doctor had called in some nurses to hold me down and force me onto the bed while I trashed and continued my piercing cries of heartache. I was in turmoil. In fact, I had no idea if I should take my life or just go ahead and curse the moon goddess.

I blinked into nothingness and disregarded the doctor who was observing my heart rate or something through the heart monitor.

"Ma'am, you don't understand how weak your body is and how dangerous your carelessness is proving to be, but let me explain it to you." He took a seat by the corner of the bed, crossing his legs.

"You're carrying twins, and they have strong blood flowing in their veins, so this pregnancy of yours needs a doctor's keen supervision to keep you safe till delivery." Doctor Miller spoke softly while I kept looking at him like he was crazy.

"I'd write down some prescriptions, and you can have your mate come buy them. I suppose he should be very happy and all over the moon when he gets this news. I mean, who wouldn't?" He smiled, and I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at how ironic the situation was.

My heart squeezed painfully as I heard him talk about my mate. I didn't blame him, though; for a girl to be pregnant, it usually meant she was either mated or claimed. Except in my case, I wasn't mated; I was rejected.

It hurt me to see how far his wickedness could go. I know I shouldn't blame the doctor, but he should have just left me to have a miscarriage. I didn't want this child! My life was too messed up at the moment for me to bear pups. They'd suffer, and I didn't want to be responsible for innocent lives reaping pain.

"I want an abortion." I rasped, lacking any emotion at uttering those cruel words.

Doctor Miller, who was busy writing on this clipboard, paused, looking up with a stunned expression carved on his face.

"Excuse me, Ma'am?"

I gently turned to him, "I know you're not deaf, doctor. I want an abortion now! Get these babies out of me, please."

He rapidly blinked at me, "why would you want that? When your husband isn't even aware of the babies?"

Again with that stupid and nonsensical talk of his. It was beginning to seriously infuriate me. Must I have a husband present to want an abortion? As awful as it may sound, I was actually doing the babies a favor. If they could speak, I'm sure they'd understand and say, Mom, thank you for giving me a VIP ticket out of this world.

"I want a fucking abortion! I don't want these babies. No, I can't have these babies." I screamed, a fresh batch of tears rolling down my cheeks.

Doctor Miller's face twisted into a pitiful expression as he cleared his throat softly.

"Ma'am, like I said before, your body is extremely weak, and because of that, anything you do now can jeopardize your life. You can't have an abortion unless you are ready to die along with your children. Do you want to die?"

My heart sank as his words seeped into my brain. I was on the verge of losing my sanity because I felt trapped. This was the worst thing to ever happen to me. First he got me pregnant, and now I can't even get rid of it? What kind of fuckery is this?

"I'm sorry." I heard Hera's soft voice pipe up.

I could not believe it, and everything felt like a planned gang-up against me. My damn wolf didn't say anything for days when I needed her the most, leaving me to feel sorry for her, not knowing she was sabotaging me. She freaking knew all along. Her soft voice, laced with guilt, said it all.

"You knew? You fucking knew all along, Hera? And you couldn't even tell me?" I screamed at her.

Her emerging body slung back at the intensity of my anger. She looked away, tucking herself away in the darkest corner of my mind.

"I'm sorry, but I feared you'd react like this if I had told you back then." She pleaded, and I chuckled darkly as I couldn't hide my disappointment.

"oh? And did that change anything? Don't give me that crap. You're so selfish; do you even think about me? You just wanted us to have children for that walking devil's incarnate! You are evil just like he is."

She knew every word I said was true.

I could not believe that my own wolf would sabotage me like this. I thought wolves were a part of your soul extracted to form a complete half. I thought my wolf was understanding.

I prepared myself to ask the dreaded question, "How long have you known?"

She raised her gray head and sighed, "since our days in the cell. It was part of the reason I made sure you were feeding properly."

I chuckled, "wait, so you making me eat was not because you cared about me but because you were only concerned about the fucking babies? Hera, how could you?"

"I didn't say that. Of course I care about you; you're my other half. If you die, I die."

"So it's just parasitism then."

She looked alarmed. "What? No! That wasn't what I was trying to say."

"But you implied it."

She looked at me with hurt in her eyes, "I just wanted us to be a family with our mate. I felt that your being pregnant with his children might be an advantage for us. He'd take us and revoke the rejection." Her eyes beamed a bit with happiness at her imagination.

I never knew Hera to be so adamantly desperate, but I guess I did understand her not wanting to let go of our goddess-given family. We belonged to him, and letting him go was not an option for her, especially now that everyone we held dear was gone. I knew how strong she was trying to be, and inasmuch as I was pissed at her, I completely understood.

"He's not good for us, Hera. He doesn't care and would never care, even after thousands of centuries; it's a sad truth we have to get used to. Doing all of this is just–" I had softly begun with a sigh before she interrupted.

"Please, we have to try to talk to him. If he still doesn't want us, then we accept the rejection and leave. We'd hunt for a fresh start with our children. They don't deserve to be punished for whatever their father has done or is yet to do."

I hated to admit this, but she was right. I was so stuck up in my hatred for him that I forgot that they were innocent. Besides, I can't even have an abortion, no matter how much I crave it, so I figured I might as well learn to love the babies in my womb.

"Does Emmett know?" I asked.

"She's a seer and a healer... What do you think?" Hera spoke.

Thinking about it now, all the dots have connected, making her words and actions understandable. I sighed, not sure how I was taking this.

The door creaked open, and a worried Emmett rushed in. She had a small basket in her hand, and her hair was in a messy bun. Her aged gown might have looked dreary, but the fading color still complimented her Caucasian skin.

She glazed her eyes over my body lying weakly on the bed and sighed. I was just staring blankly at her.

"Hello doctor, is she doing alright?" Her green eyes peered at Dr. Miller, who transferred the question to me through his facials.

I weakly nodded at him, having no choice but to accept my fate. Doctor Miller beamed at me before turning to Emmett.

"She's doing fine. I've written down some medications that she needs to be placed on and a diet that I recommend she adhere to. Here." He handed the blonde a paper.

Emmett ran her eyes through the paper; her eyes widened, and she almost dropped the paper to the ground.

"My goodness, these seem expensive. What exactly is wrong with her?"

"Well, she's pregnant, and her body is inches away from falling apart, and if that happens, both children and mother will die.

"Children?" Emmett ran her eyes to land on me.

"children? So I wasn't wrong then." She muttered under her breath, and Dr. Miller shot a confused look at Emmett before standing to take his leave.

"I have another patient to attend to, but do feel free to call for me if you need anything." He smiled and walked out.

Once the door had shut behind him, Emmett rushed to sit beside me, "are you okay? Are you hurt? I should have known the symptoms would weigh heavily on you. I knew you were pregnant, but twins? I never suspected my intuition to be this accurate." She rushed out while feeling my forehead.

I rolled my eyes at her antics but was impressed by her skills. She'll definitely make a great healer.

She squealed, "I can't believe I'd be an aunt. But wait a minute, who's the father?"

Cold dread overcame me, and I swallowed, once again reminded of my sorrow. Fucking London! I believe my hatred for him just grew a notch.

Emmett noticed my sour expression and muttered a quiet "oh".

I didn't blame her; she didn't know, and I definitely wasn't going to tell her in fear that she would hate me after all London had done to her family.

I could feel Hera's growing joy, and I sighed tiredly.

"What is it this time, Hera?"

She raised her head, her orange eyes twinkling.

"Mate! I can smell our mate… I can feel him too. He's around here, Blaire."

My heart rate quickened upon hearing her words. London was around. Really? What was he doing around here? After trying so hard for many days to bump into him, I didn't succeed, but today of all days, he chooses to appear around here of all places and times? I felt my life was becoming something I could not control.

The door gently opened, and a cold aura engulfed the room in chills and silence. London stood at the entrance, with Cane following right behind him.

"Miller—" he paused upon setting his eyes on me.

Emmett immediately bowed in submission while I looked away. He was the last person I wanted to see right now, which was funny because he was the one person I was supposed to be meeting right now.

He didn't even bat a lid at me before turning to Emmett, "where's Miller?"

Emmett immediately told him that he went to attend to a patient, and he disappeared out of the room without a word, and it hurt my heart badly.

Did he not even care to inquire about my appearance in a hospital?

I could be fucking dead, and this bastard wouldn't give a fuck.