8 - You're pregnant

Danielle’s POV:

My ears rang, my vision blurs. It was probably the shock of my father’s reaction that prevents me from seeing things clearly, now I’m seeing two of my father’s face instead of one. 

All I see is his eyes, and the color in them reflecting from the light—blood red. The eyes of an Alpha on the verge of going for his kill. I have never seen him so furious, not even once.

My father always told me once an alpha goes mad, he won’t be able to control what his Alpha wolf does next.

He growls murderously, and I fear this is one of those moments my father was telling me about. My wide eyes go to his in slow motion, my chest heaving up and down so heavily in realization of what he’s just did.

Never.

Never in my life did I have to take a hit from my own father until they flashed me in the news, butt-naked and consequently embarrassing my family, our pack. He at most had only given me a stern look each time I make a mistake, but this is different.

I could see bloodlust through his eyes as he was looking straight at me. So pungent I could almost taste it.

I shakily haul myself to my feet before a painful slap landed on my left cheek, followed by a sick punch to my chest that sends me flying backwards and landing on the far wall of the room. Somehow, my wolf protected me from the impact as she forced my back to shift mid-air, and I scream. I haven’t shifted yet, and it’s unknown for a wolf to force it.

Yet, I was also grateful as the impact would have smashed my head into a pulp.

Seconds later, I hear the sound of feet tapping on the floor as my mother rushes to the kitchen and lets out a piercing scream when my father grabs my hair, hauling me across the floor of our living room. My vision goes even more blurry, and I can barely make out my mother shoving at him while he continues to throw hits onto me. 

“Viktor, please,” My mother begs, but he wasn’t hearing any of it as he rained punches on my body.

‘Curl yourself into a ball!’ My wolf suddenly demands.

‘What? This is not the time for games, Adeline,’ I bark back, outraged she’d use this time for her little games. 

‘Do it!’ She snarls. She had never been this aggressive, but I know it is not without reason. My wolf always warned me about things out of my control, and it always ends with me regretting not following her advice. She was always right, and I had a feeling I needed to trust her on this one. So, as I open my eyes and see my father with his fists high in the air I curled up into a ball on the floor. 

I was lying on a small pool of my own blood, and I wondered how long the punches will stop just as my mother snaps.

“Viktor, you’re going to kill her!” she snarls, pushing him away, only to be followed by the sound of my father’s deadly, murderous growl. 

“Stay out of this, Rose,” he growls, pushing her to the side but she remains firm, shielding me from his sight.

“No! Viktor, she’s our daughter.” Mom begs, and the look of disgust on my father’s face made me flinch. 

“I did not raise a whore for a daughter,” he growls, though his voice as he said the words was shaking.

I peer up at him, my eyes opening only halfway from the wounds I received. I see my father’s trembling body in front of my distraught mother, her arms flailed out in her desperation to protect her pup. Tears streamed down my face, unable to get out a word from my bloody lips when my entire body freezes from his next words.

“She is not my daughter,” he says, turning around as he walks away.  The way he looked at me with utter hatred and disdain shattered my soul, playing in my head on repeat like a time loop.

I stare after his back, my lips quivering while my mother whips around and dashes to my side. She gasps, looking at my face.

“Oh, mi amor,” Mom murmurs, choking back a sob as she swipes her finger on my eye. It was gentle yet I winced. I try to blink, but I couldn’t.

Suddenly, my mom’s face fades into a blur, before disappearing completely in darkness. 

The world goes black, like the light was switched off in my world. Panic surges through me, and I move my hands, trying to grope for my Mom who I feel is sitting right in front of me. Her body shook violently, and droplets of her tears fall on my arms.  

“Mom… I can’t see…” I let out through a whisper.

I hear Mom gasp, cupping my face.

“Sweetie, look at me,” she urges, though I could tell fear from her voice.

“Mom, I can’t see!” I shake my mother’s arms in panic, my body going through shock and pain before everything around me just collapses. 

“Danielle!” she keeps calling my name over and over, the sound fading into an echo in the tunnels of my mind. But there is one I cannot forget.

‘She is not my daughter,’ That was the last thing I heard other than my mom screaming for help before my entire body turns numb. The dark turned a hundred shades darker, and my world just shattered all around me, and I watch as it falls apart.

Waking up, I hear the sound of monitors beeping all around me. I groan. The throbbing ache in my head refuses to go away, and it did not help that I couldn’t open my eyes all the way either, even when I tried to.

A hand slips into mine suddenly, and I snatch my hand back, only to regret it a second after when I see it was my mother. I could see tears dried up around her eyes as she forces a smile. 

“Mom?”

“Thank goddess, you got your eyesight back,” she sighs, but my attention was all over the place as I examined the room I was in. I pinch my brows. 

Why was I in the attic? 

Not far from my bed, I see the pack doctor jotting down something in his small, green notebook. He kept glancing over at me, furrowing his brows.

I turn to Mom, who watched me closely with her pale olive eyes.

“Danielle, I have good news,” my mother suddenly beams at me, but I must have lost the will to feel any excitement knowing no good news would save me now. Not after what I did, not after that video clip that ruined me.

Mom breathes in, looking at me.

“You’re pregnant.”