Kiara

Three months had passed since the shadow incident. I never told Alpha Maseno about it because I wasn't sure if what I had seen was true or if it was just in my head.

Although I had mustered up enough courage and walked up to his office door, I stopped.

I knew if I were to tell him about the shadows, the bird, and stuff, he would want to know if someone else had seen them apart from me.

Yes, someone was there and had asked me about the bird, but I was wondering if I was dreaming, and that never happened. I was also sure that there was no way he would admit that he did see that, given that he was a jerk.

That's behind me anyway. I decided to toss that day away, throwing its memories into a river that I would never dare plunge into.

The shadows and the bird were now dead to me—not just dead, but decomposed, and now food for the termites and bacteria.

I swung my legs off the bed, making sure the first foot to touch the ground was the right one, and walked to the clock, lying just at the door.

You must be wondering why I made sure to step out of bed with the right foot, right? Well, I had read somewhere that if you wake up with the right leg, you will have a fruitful day, and if you wake up with the left, well, let's say the rest of your day will be doomed.

I don't know how true that is, but I don't care. What I know is that I have to follow that because I am now three months pregnant, and all I wished was that nothing bad would happen to Lycan's heir.

I had a calendar on the bedside table where I marked the days as they passed by. With each passing day, I knew I was about to get my vengeance.

Although the thought of not having my child call me mother or be raised by me always lingered in my head and weighed me down, Maria advised that I should look at this in a positive way.

My relationship with her has improved. She confronted me, asking why I had lied about my identity, and I told her the truth. I told her that I was scared that Alpha Maseno would know about my real identity, something I wasn't ready to share with him yet.

She was mad at me for a few weeks, but we are now on speaking terms.

I bent to pick up the shattered clock on the ground, but a nauseous feeling covered me. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. Maria had told me that I should expect this. She said it was normal to feel nauseous and crave weird stuff.

I wasn't craving anything weird, though—just the nausea that was wrecking my head and stomach apart. I rinsed my hands and my mouth and walked to the sink.

Turning the faucet on, I kept my hands under the tap, creating a cup-like shape by bringing the edges of my palm together, and when it was full of clean water, I brought them to my lips.

The first sip surged through me, causing my whole body to tremble. It was so cold that I swear I heard the baby trembling.

I then washed my face, brushed my teeth, and retreated back to my room. Before I could settle on the bed, the unpleasant feeling came again.

I palmed my moutch, slid toward the toilet with my knees, and threw up all the water I had drunk.

A tired graon escaped my lips. Dizziness covered me up, making everything around me spin. "Damn this preganacy." I looked at the girl staring at me in the mirror and cursed.

Her lips curled up into a smile as her eyes swept all of her body. Although the bumb wasn't visible, one could guess she was pregnant.

She had grown fat, although I didn't like calling that fat, but she was extra healthy, and her eyes radiated with life. "I wonder what motherhood is like. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to experience it." A tear stung my eyes.

I wiped the tear that had slipped away and rubbed my tummy. "I am sorry, baby. I am sorry that Motehr will never raise you. I am sorry that you will never see her. It's not that Mother doesn't want you; she does, but she can't keep you. I know I am selfish, baby, but I have to do it. Not just for me, but also for Grandma, so that her soul would finally rest in peace."

I smiled one last time at the girl in the mirror, who smiled back at me. With a heavy heart. I wobbled out of the bathroom, my energy slipping away from me. I don't know if it was because of the pregnancy, throwing up, or the fact that I would never have the chance to call my baby mine. I felt like that.

Supporting myself by the wall, I walked to the bed, slumped on it, and laid on my back, staring at the ceiling above me. I grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table and gulped its contents down when I felt thirsty.

My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten much the previous day. I rushed back to the bathroom,stepped under the shower, and turned it on.

I winced as the icy, cold droplets coated my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep and the heavy weight on my shoulder.

When done, I wiped my body, tied a dry-clean tower around me, and prepared for my skin routine. I always had minimal makeup that wouldn't draw too much attention.

When done, I admired myself in the mirror. "Perfect." I smacked my lips together, proud of what I had done to my face.

I would have never worn it, but it's just that I always wanted to look my best.

I pushed the chair I was sitting on backwards and walked to the walk-in closet to grab a pair of clothes.

Settling on a cremish baggy dress and white flip-flops, I closed my bedroom door and walked to the kitchen, where I found Miss Olivia had already laid the table for me.

I munched on everything hungrily before heading back to my room. One thing with this pregnancy was that I felt tired all of the time. The only thing I wanted to do was lay down the whole day and do nothing. It's not like I do anything anyway.

My legs took me to the window, where I pulled the curtains apart. I then proceeded to make my bed since I hadn't made it and sat down, wondering what I should do.

I would have gone to Maria's office as usual, but she and Dr. Kedeva left yesterday for a week. The largest pack's hospital had received modern equipment from the alpha, and as trusted doctors, they were sent to try them out.

Most of them I heard were to help people with cancer. I don't know if it's cancer or if I heard my own words because, after all, I was eavesdropping on their conversation and I had to run away when I was about to get caught.

Thinking of Dr. Kedeva, I shook my head as a faint chuckle escaped my lips. He had been a good boy since the day I walked into his office and found him worried about something he never shared with me.

I don't know, but I have a feeling that he was also trying to severe ties with Alpha Benna because, if not, he would still be bothering me and threatening to expose my whereabouts to him.

It was only the librarian who left me suspecting that he was also a spy. Many times, I have caught him whispering things to Kedeva, and they both become nervous when they see me.

"I'll stop thinking about these two jerks and find a way to get rid of my boredom." I thought aloud.

I looked at my bedside table and sighed. It was full of novels, and I have no idea when I will be done with them because I keep buying new ones whenever I go out for a walk.

The last time I walked past a bookshop, Sony was left with no choice but to literally drag me away from there because I was already going in to buy more despite having fourteen in my bag already.

"I should watch movies for a while." I thought while walking to the TV switch and turning it on. Half an hour later, already immersed in the movie, a commotion broke out somewhere around the house.

At first, I thought it was my ears playing a trick on me, but the echoes of glasses breaking, people screaming, and doors getting broken piqued my curiosity.

I hurriedly walked to the door and peeped outside. The hallway was a mess. I tiptoed to the balcony, stared in the living room, and gasped.

The servants looked like they were held hostage. They were all on their knees, with guards pressing on their osputs.

I caught sight of Miss Olivia, who wrinkled her face at me, clearly not happy with the fact that I was there, peeping instead of hiding.

"Go Maria. Run and hide. Don't let this happen to the alpha's unborn baby." Her voice came through the mindlink.

Her words snapped me back into reality, and I spun around and took a sprint back to my room. Before I could finish disappearing behind my bedroom door, I heard a voice asking me to stop.

"Goddamnit. They have seen me." I thought, cursed inwardly, and stood, raising my hands in surrender.

"Turn around so that I can see your face." The person barked. I was about to, but Miss Olivia's harsh warning came through the mind-link again.

"They are looking for you. Don't you dare turn around." She warned.

"Looking for me?" I asked myself while ignoring the person's voice, asking me to turn around or else they'd shoot through my head. "Why would they look for me?"

"Alpha Benna." I gasped and looked over my shoulder. True, it was Alpha Benna's men. How on Earth did he know that we were here?" My wolf asked, but I didn't respond to her.

There was no time for that.

"She is the one. That's Kiara." A voice I was well familiar with had echoes and ran after me. I barged through the door and closed it behind me, making sure that it was locked.

I looked around, searching for a place to hide. "Not under the bed, not in the closet, not in the bathroom. Where?" I asked myself while panic washed over me.

"Baby, your mother will take care of you. Those assholes won't find us." I rubbed my belly and ran to the window.

I yanked the heavy yellow curtains away and looked below me. I was on the third floor, so jumping like that would lead to either breaking my leg or my hands.

I didn't mind being injured, but I had to think of the baby. "Bedsheets." My wolf screamed.

I turned to them, pulled them off the bed, and started making a long rope out of them. I tied it around the window and grabbed it, hoping that they would help me land safely.

Before I could tie all of them, a loud knock echoed at the door. "Open the door, Kiara." The person demanded

I sucked in a deep breath and looked out the window and at the door. An axe was already making its way across the door.

They were breaking it down. With shaky hands, I tied one more bedsheet and realized it was still not enough.

"On, no,no,no,no,no. Damn it. Why is my luck do damned?" I swallowed and ran my fingers through my loose hair.

I reached on the bed to grab one more sheet, but it was too late because, at the same time, the door fell with a thud, revealing the man behind it.

"I got you, Kiara." He smirked as he made his way toward me.