Chapter 3: I'm Leaving You

Clark P.O.V

I managed to dry off and get out of the bath. I was completely furious that Rowan just let it seem like this was a duty and that it meant nothing. At least it meant something to me … it was my virginity for goddess's sakes! I paced up and down in my room. “Fuck that!” I said to myself. I got dressed, put on my shoes and readied myself to get out of here. If he wanted to keep me here as a prisoner, then that would be too bad for him, because I didn’t take light to taking orders.

I quickly took my phone off the nightstand and opened the door, seemingly pleased that this time Rowan was not there in front waiting for me. I quickly closed the door behind me and walked down the corridor, down the stairs and out of the packhouse. I smiled as the fresh air hit me in an instant. This was what I needed. I walked in the direction of the forest, needing to find the quickest way to get to my packlands. Before I even managed to get a few yards away from the packhouse, I heard the voice that irked me to the core.

“Wow … was it really that bad that you felt like you need to get away from here?” Rowan sarcastically said as he walked up next to me, trying to somewhat stop me from heading into the forest. I rolled my eyes and kept my silence. I knew that if I opened my mouth, I would lose my shit completely. Rowan just laughed before he finally came to a stop right in front of me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes.

“Come on now, Clark. Where are you going?” Rowan asked. I looked in a different direction, I didn’t want to speak to him, not now, or ever. I’ll show him that I won’t be a loser and desperate for staying by his side just because he took my virginity. I side stepped Rowan and continued on with my journey. “Clark!” Rowan shouted when he realised that there was no way in hell that I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do. I was determined to get as far away from him as possible at the moment. I would still keep true to my promise. If I find out that I am pregnant, I will behave and then give birth and then he would eventually have an heir to the pack.

Suddenly, I got pulled back by my arm, landing smack into Rowan’s chest. I looked up at him and he was just staring down at me with a scowl on his face. “You will one day be the death of me, you drive me crazy, Clark. You can’t go back to your old packhouse” Rowan whispered as he stared intently into my eyes. I reverted my eyes, not wanting to stare into his. Something inside of me made me want him, pine for him. He was getting under my skin and I didn’t want to have him know it.

“We don’t know if I am pregnant yet and there is no way in hell that you are going to tell me what to do” I retorted.

“I said that you are not going back to your old pack simply because it is not safe there. If you really feel like you don’t want to be here, then go somewhere else, just not there. I won’t be able to live if I find out that something might have happened to you and I am unable to protect you. After all, all those years ago when you were born and I was only seven years old, I made a promise that I will protect you with my life and I do not intend on breaking that promise any time soon” Rowan said.

I just hung my head in defeat and started walking back to Rowan’s packhouse. I knew that Rowan was likely standing there, staring back at me with a cocky look on his face. He was right and the both of us knew it. I could hear Rowan’s footsteps behind mine, and soon another pair of footsteps joined him. I didn’t know who the other warrior was, but I didn’t care at the moment. I just wanted to lay down on the bed, pull the blanket over my head and just forget about the world on the outside.

“Make sure she doesn’t leave the inner boundaries of the pack gardens” I heard Rowan say to the other warrior that was with him. What the fuck? Really? I turned around, ready to tell Rowan that I was not a prisoner in his packhouse. I stared back at Rowan who was standing in front of the door with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at me, as if he was challenging me to say something about it. Instead, I just closed the door, leaving them on the outside.

***

One month later

I couldn’t even keep track of how long I had been lying here on the bathroom floor, puking my lungs out. I found out I was pregnant about a week ago and thus far, I was dreading every moment of it. I wanted to have my mother here with me. She would be able to help me and tell me what to do. She would wipe my head and tell me that it would all be okay.

Rowan came by once every day, likely just to make sure that I was still here and that I had enough food and water. After he was satisfied that I was actually still here, alive and semi-well, then he would leave and only come back he following day.

I found a bit of comfort in the coldness of the bathroom floor, it helped a bit with the fever. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on my breathing, trying not to vomit. I knew that once I was feeling a bit better and had some more energy inside of me, I would be able to at least get myself to bed. I knew exactly why this pregnancy was this difficult for me. It wasn’t within just any wolf to be able to carry an Alpha. That is why some bloodlines can only allow for an Alpha female to carry an Alphas pup. Usually, the pregnancy would fail if it wasn’t an Alpha carrying the pup.

I coughed, but I didn’t have the energy inside of me to pull me up to the toilette bowl. Instead, I just tried keeping it down inside of me, I didn’t want to lie in a pool of my own vomit. I finally managed to push it back down, giving myself the temporary relief as to not having to go through the whole process again. I laid my head back onto the cold tiles, and allowed the coldness to calm my body down. I curled into a small little ball on the ground, hoping that a bit of sleep would help some.

I heard knocking on the door leading into my room. I was too weak to get up and answer it. I sighed, closing my eyes again. The knocking kept on for a few times, before I heard it stop. All of a sudden, I heard a loud noise following by my name being called out repeatedly. I could hear the sense of urgency in the voice calling for me. “Go away” I said in my head, wanting to be alone. I knew I most probably looked even more disgusting than what I felt. Hopefully, whoever was in there, would think that I wasn’t here and that they would leave and come back a bit later.

I heard the bathroom door open, but I felt too weak to open my eyes. Whoever it was now had to just deal with it and leave me be. “Clark!” Rowan said, tapping my cheek. “Come on, Clark! Look at me, open your eyes!” Rowan repeated over and over as he kept tapping my cheek. I felt him hook his arms underneath my back and my legs, pulling me up in his arms. I groaned as I was lifted in the air. “It’s alright, it’s alright” Rowan said. As if my body now knew that I would be alright, it shut down and I allowed the darkness to consume me once again.