003: Two Alphas

“Stop, please stop!” An unbearable exclamation erupted out of her throat. Yarkona shrieked, puffing as she supported her back with both her hands. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this!” She screeched, stretching her back on a tree. With lachrymose eyes, she stared up at the murky sky with only but the moonlight brightening, almost glaring. So vast, so intense, Yarkona could almost feel it heckling her, fueling more resentment and bitterness inside of her chest as her sniveling gaze lingered on the moon.

“You better be watching, am going to make them all pay…” Another loud cry relinquished her throat, staved off her widened eyes over to her savior, Xenia, a sparkling redhead. “I think he’s coming!”

“Now!?” Xenia panicked, her grey eyes expanding as she wheeled on her feet, the withered leaves of the soil scraping below her feet. But as she stared around, she was met with nothing but a grove filled with trees. Luckily, they had crossed the border of the Black Fur pack without arousing the watch guards, with Yelatha’s help. Her body jerked when she heard an ear slipping scream, she turned to find Yarkona on the ground, legs widely parted, her breathings laboring with each passing second.

“HE’S COMING OUT!!!” Yarkona shrieked, throwing her head back at the fierce pain in her lower region.

“What am I going to do, I’ve never done this before!!” Xenia exclaimed, getting down between Yarkona’s legs in her large skirt.

“JUST PUSH IT OUT FROM ME!!!”

The night went on with the loud, panting clamors that surged and aggravated the serenity that once aboded.

Xenia tried not to panic but stayed focused on getting the baby out and beamed as the loud wail of the infant took over the screams that escaped Yarkona’s mouth. She grinned, bringing the bloody baby to her chest but her smile dropped as she stared down at the baby and stiffed, something was different in the blood, she soon gasped out when the realization finally hit her.

“He’s an Alpha!”

Yarkona remained quiet, her panting steadying a bit but her gaze was glued to the glaring moon above her. The ache in her heart and pains all over her body wasn’t enough to put out the fire that had consumed her soul, owning her wholly. This was only the beginning.

*~*

With nothing but hatred in her eyes, she watched as Yaletha shrieked on top of her lungs but it wasn’t anywhere close to when Yarkona had her son, lying in nothing but dry leaves in the middle of the night, letting the cold breeze of the night brush against her and her son, blood-stained with no heed, no tender, no herb to ameliorate the pain even for a minute, Yarkona remembered it all and as her lime green eyes stared at Yaletha, only hatred combusted in her chest.

No, Yarkona wasn’t just furious at her twin sister, she was equally malicious at the world, every being under the moon that watched her endure injustice with ecstasy in their eyes. A small smile crept to her facial expression as flashes of their dead bodies invaded her mind.

Finally, she averted her gaze down and stared at her infant, wrapped in a blanket but still covered in blood, it had only been an hour since she gave birth, she could still feel every joint in her body agonizing, she was still in her blood-stained clothes but she was here again, back to the same place she evaded from hours ago but with a different rationale, she wouldn’t be leaving without breeding a seed. Her evil smile widened as she continued to stare at her baby. He was only a step to her reprisal.

Her head jerked up when cries of a newborn erupted, Yarkona stared with mirth as the midwife announced. “We have an Alpha, it’s a boy!”

“I equally have an Alpha,” Yarkona whispered under her breath while Yaletha passed out from exhaustion. Silently, Yarkona followed the midwife out the room to another to wash the child and finally, Yarkona stepped out from the shadows, making the midwife jerk in fright as she turned.

“Luna?” Her voice came out puzzled.

Yarkona smirked, sauntering toward the frightened woman still holding her baby close to her chest.

“Oh, how blind can you be!” Yarkona continued to stare at the woman under her eyelashes but when the woman parted her lips to scream, Yarkona’s pupils flashed a deep shape of red and the woman froze in her place, it was like she was rooted, every muscle in her body froze. Yarkona smirked. Oh, how much she missed using her powers when she was pregnant, nothing could stop her now.

Yarkona ambled pass the rooted woman, towards the baby crib where the newly born Alpha of the Black Fur pack lay. She stared down at the baby, then at her son before leaning as she placed her son beside her sister’s child. A new thought took over her head for a moment as she stared at the two babies. Shaking her head, she picked up Yaletha’s baby and brought him close to her chest.

Turning, Yarkona faced the woman who could only watch with her eyes widened, unable to move or speak. Yarkona approached with deep glowing red pupils.

“You will recollect nothing”

Enthralled, the midwife nodded before Yarkona turned towards the door and vanished with the baby and also instantly, the poor midwife regained her senses and stared around in confusion but when her eyes landed on the baby on the crib, she beamed before picking him up, recalling nothing.

*~*

Again, Yarkona remained hidden in the shadows, watching as Yaletha stared fondly at the infant in her arms, smiling widely, gazing at it with fervor and contentment. Yarkona scoffed but never for once averted her gaze, she continued watching till Alpha Zahir waddled into the room and took his child out from Yaletha’s arms, noticing nothing out from the ordinary as he stared at his son.

“Have you thought of a name for our son?” Yaletha stared up at her mate, the father of her child, the man she fought for, going against those who loved her, and did she regret anything, no. It was the best decision she had ever made. A wanted witch like her had nothing in the world, she only wanted to secure her place and when time reaches and her secret was revealed, no havoc would come to her. After all, she was the luna and mother of the future Alpha of the world’s largest pack.

Alpha Zahir beamed fondly at his son. “He will be named after my father, Oswald. What do you think, dear?”

Yaletha returned the smile. “That’s a lovely name, Alpha. We will raise him to be a man just like your father,” she remarked.

Seeing enough, Yarkona finally vanished from the shadows, taking along the one thing that was most precious to her sister while leaving behind her own gem.

To be continued…!