ABL 02: Nioz

“Where?” I whispered as I looked around my surroundings—where was I? There were people behind the woman who stood in front of me; they were seated as if they were part of a council of some sort.

Oh no, am I about to be a sacrifice?

“Nioz, my child,” she smiled, and my smile slowly grew as I stared at her. I chuckled and scratched my head.

I was a sacrifice, wasn't I? She referred to me as 'child', and I sat in the middle of the room, half-naked with my breasts spilling over the top of my satin nightdress.

“It’s either I am dead, or I am dreaming, because I don’t know who you are and where I am,” I said and she shook her head smiling.

“You are in Nioz, a planet in a different realm than the one you’re from, Earth, I believe it is called,” she explained, and that had me convinced she was crazy. I laughed and clapped my hands.

“Did Frank break into my apartment and take me into an asylum because I was seeing black butterflies?” I asked the woman.

She was wearing a long red dress that reached her feet; her black hair was tied in such an elegant manner that it made me believe she was an important figure. She had a kind of supremacy aura coming from her. Her eyes were a light shade of purple, and her kind smile was relaxing but freaking me out as well.

I was a young black woman who lived alone and had a fast mouth at times. So this was freaking me the fuck out.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know a Frank and black butterflies, you say? How often have you been seeing them?”

“Lady, the way you’re being so soft is scaring me. Who are you?” I stood up on shaky legs, taking a step back, and she smiled, giggling a bit.

“My apologies, my name is Nyleve Acula; I am—” loud footsteps rang across the hall. I stared at where the sound was coming from, noting the architectural structure of the hall. It was magnificent; the spiral pillars led my eyes up to the arches that featured some designs. It seemed ancient and foreign to me, but it was still beautiful.

“Mother, why was I summoned?” I heard the voice I never thought I would hear again—I hoped I would—but heck! “What is she doing here?” He asked as he pointed an accusing finger at me. I frowned and looked at him from the corner of my eye.

He has a nasty attitude.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out, asshole,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “Lady, this is your son?” I pointed to Miall, and his growl

vibrated the room; what the heck?

“She’s Luna Acula to you,” he roared, and I stared at him. Is that like a queen?

“I don’t know her!” I replied. “And who do you think you’re talking to like that? You better watch your tone around me.”

“And you better watch yours around me too; you don’t know me,” he said dangerously low as he stared me down.

“Who do you think you’re intimidating? Just because we’re in front of your mother doesn’t mean I won’t beat your ass,” I said, stepping closer to him. The height difference was real between us, and here I was threatening a man who could—did—toss me like a lightweight.

“I would love to see you try, human,” he said, and I cocked my head to the side.

“What, like that word is supposed to make me feel weak? I will hurt you; don’t tempt me,” I said.

“Yes, you are weak,” he whispered, and that was when I noticed his canines protruding out of his mouth. What did that mean?

“MIALL!” His mother shouted as she clapped her hands at him.

“What the fuck?” I whispered, trying to register what that was. His teeth shrunk back into his mouth, and I was not about to let him feel like he won because he bared his teeth.

This is about to be the stupidest thing I've ever done.

“What? Because your teeth can come out of your mouth makes you think I am scared of you? Fucking dog,” I whispered, and I turned around to face his mother. He grabbed my arm so painfully that I thought it would fall off. I knew I fucked up, but I wasn't one to give up. "Hey—"

“Miall, she’s pregnant!”

“What?” We said simultaneously as our heads snapped toward his mother, pulling us out of our fierce staring contest.

"Huh? Who’s pregnant?” I asked as I tried to pry myself away from his hold, but it got tighter, and it felt like nails were digging into my arm. “Do you mind!?” I screamed at Miall, and he let go.

“You are Amanah. You’re pregnant with Miall’s child,” she said, still smiling.

“Ahaha, no, I’m not,” I shook my head.

“No, she isn’t,” he said after me, and I looked at him from the corner of my eye. Was this the same man I wanted to have the whole friends with benefits thing with? His being here annoyed me, and I really wanted to hurt him.

“Yes, you are, child,” she said, walking closer to me. “You’re pregnant with my grandchild,” she spoke softly as she gently touched my belly and warmth spread throughout my body.

I haven’t had my period in at least five weeks; I dismissed that with the fact I had been under a lot of stress lately. I had been eating foods with kidneys. I loathe kidneys. There was also the sudden sweet tooth I had.

“Oh God,” I whispered, covering my mouth. “I am pregnant,” I said as if I was confirming. “I’m pregnant!”

“Yes,” she said, wrapping her arms around my body. I was still shocked by the sudden revelation; how could I have not seen this or suspected it? How ignorant am I? “Let me see your marking,” she whispered as she pulled away and I looked at her confused.

“Where he bit you when you were—” she waved her hands, and I was embarrassed, to say the least. Usually, I wouldn’t feel embarrassed, but seeing how this woman treated me made me shy. It must be weird for the parent to know her son is nasty.

“Oh! Here,” I touched my neck. I did think it was a bit weird that he bit me while he was climaxing, but it was not as if I didn’t enjoy it. I climaxed again with him.

“I didn’t mark her,” he said, and his mother looked at him. He immediately kept quiet.

“You know, in our pack, a female can only get pregnant if she’s marked during intercourse. You marked her; she became pregnant!” Pack?

“She could have slept with someone else after me, mother.”

“I am not some whore who sleeps with just about anyone. I didn’t sleep with anyone else after you,” I said angrily; I felt immensely disrespected.

“Then you were already pregnant when we slept together,” he accused, and I was past my boiling point.

What the fuck?

“You dog! I haven’t slept with anyone besides you since I was raped when I was sixteen!” I burst out and looked away from him once I saw the pity settle in his eyes after hearing what I said. I crossed my arms over my chest and took a deep breath in. “Your mother says it’s yours and the facts say it’s yours, now stop provoking me.”

I was too comfortable; I still didn't know where I was or who was in the room with me.

We finally sat down in front of the ‘council’, and Nyleve sat right in the middle of the council. She still kept her kind smile. Miall sat next to me, and his knees knocked the table from underneath, and besides the fact that I was pissed, it did manage to make me laugh. He's huge.

“Are you okay, Amanah?” Nyleve asked, and I laughed softly as I nodded.

“Yes, your son is a giant,” I said as I pushed the table forward so he could sit much more comfortably. “Stretch out your legs, idiot,” I spoke softly, and he stared at me before slowly stretching out his legs with a satisfied sigh. “Sorry.”

I apologised to the council, who looked annoyed that I had interrupted their ‘briefing’.

“We may continue,” Nyleve said. Even though I had been here for a few hours, it hadn't registered to me that I was in a room full of men in a short nightdress. Turns out men are the same everywhere. I hated the stares I was receiving, but there was not much I could do.

I placed my hands on my thighs to hide as much as I could, but it was a wasted effort. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed away that table because Miall was uncomfortable. I was comfortable then, but right now, all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and hide, and it’s all because of how that mean-looking man kept looking at me.

I saw the jacket on my lap, covering my legs. I looked over at Miall and saw him taking off his shirt. Oh.

“Why are you taking off your clothes, Alpha?” the same man who stared me up and down asked. Miall growled as he put his shirt over my shoulder.

“The mother of my child is feeling cold,” he glared at the man, and I smiled as I buttoned up his shirt. Ooh, this man smells really good, and was that acceptance?

“That doesn’t excuse the fact you are undressing in front of the councillors,” he said, and I scoffed as I finished.

“Pervert,” I whispered.

“Did you say something?” The man asked, and I raised my head, cocking my head to the side.

“Hmm? Did you hear me say something?” I questioned as I felt my confidence come back. Heck, he made me feel so uncomfortable; I felt inferior.

“Yes, I am quite sure I heard you whisper the word pervert.”

“Me? I would never say something so true,” I giggled, and he clenched his jaw as Miall chuckled.

“Human,” he growled, and I scoffed. Why do they all growl?

“Luna Acula, you were saying?” I looked at her, and she smiled back, seeming amused by the ordeal.

“Thank you, Amanah; you must stay here while pregnant. Believe it or not, this is the first time an Alpha from our pack has impregnated a human who wasn’t his mate, so we need to take care of you and watch over your pregnancy.”

Wait what? A human who wasn't his mate? I deduced that they weren't human, but what was growing inside me?

“Once you have given birth, you will return to Earth, leaving behind the pup,” the pervert said, and I shook my head. Pup?

“Unacceptable, my child goes where I go,” I crossed my arms over my chest. “And if you will be needing me to go back to Earth once I have given birth, my child will go back to Earth with me.”

“You won’t be able to raise the pup in your home grounds, especially with such power soaring through his veins!”

“It's a baby; why do you keep referring my child to a puppy?” I asked, and it seemed the question made them feel uncomfortable.

“Because he is the child of our alpha."

“Regardless, the child is mine, and they will leave with me!” I said, staring at the council. They looked surprised, while the ones who wanted to take my child from me looked furious. Boo-fucking-hoo.

“You surely don’t think I would let you take my child away from me, do you?” Miall asked, and I looked at him, resisting the urge to lick my lips. His neck, the collarbone, that chest fuck!

“And you surely don’t think I would leave my child, do you?”

“Regardless of the decision the two of you come to by the end of this, it is up to you." Nyleve possibly stopped an argument that was about to happen. "Amanah, do you agree to stay here while pregnant?” Nyleve asked me, and I shrugged.

“I don’t mind at all,” I smiled at her. I just wanted to spite Miall as much as possible. “Given the condition that if I want to go home, I will be allowed to do so whenever I want. No isn't an answer.”

Nyleve smiled and pointed to Miall. “Alpha, you have to answer,” Miall stared at me as if he was ready to say no. I raised my eyebrow, and he sighed.

“Granted,” he mumbled, and I smiled happily.

“Cool, is the meeting dismissed?” I looked around the room.

“Yes, but aren’t you going to ask what we are?” Nyleve asked, and I stood up, still holding onto Miall’s jacket, making sure it didn't fall off.

“Well, from what I have seen and heard. You're definitely not human, and because he growls a lot," I pointed to Miall, and he rolled his eyes. "And bites, that would mean you're Werewolves, no?”

“Aren’t you scared?” She asked, and I cocked my head to the side, smiling.

“I’m hoping Alpha Miall wouldn’t let anything happen to the human woman who’s carrying his pup,” I used some of their words, and she smiled, both amused and impressed.

“Believe so, Amanah,” she had such a gentle nature; it’s crazy. As for Miall, he really was something different. Almost like he didn't know his mother.

“You don’t have to act so smart about it,” Miall stood up and stared down at me. Man, I would let him hit again without hesitation, right here, right now!

“Don’t be an asshole if you want us to get along; it’s going to be a long nine months,” I whispered, smiling, and he smirked. Why is he smirking?

“You’ll be pregnant for six.”

EXCUSE ME?