147: I'm Doomed

CONAN —

"How did I end up this way? Was I under a spell or what? How could people always mess up with me and easily go away with it?" I wondered.

I let out a sigh and adjusted my position on the bed. I reached out to the light switch and turned it on. Upon glancing at the wall clock, I realized that it was still midnight. It was two o'clock a.m.

"How do I endure this? How could I tell my mom that Yvonne had escaped from the pack with my babies? How do I tell the pack that my wife, whom I had just wed a few days ago, had run? How do I explain to them that there is no heir to take over from me upon my demise?" All these were the questions going on in my mind.

In honesty, I feel like my own is gone. For the past two days, since Yvonne told me the shocking news on a phone call, I have not been my normal self anymore.

I had been skipping meals and isolating myself from anyone, including the queen, my mom. However, I had lied to her and told her that Yvonne had spoken with me and told me sh