CHAPTER 4

POV: Inara Wells.

“Jeremy. This is Miss Inara Wells. Inara, this is Jeremy, Alpha Declan’s First born child.” He said and I staggered back, Anger filling me up.

What sort of Mockery was this? How dare Declan try to rile me up, by sending me his son, when my own child had died in my own fucking hands?!

 My heart pounding with anger and disgust as I was sure that  they had done this  to provoke me. I could feel my muscles tense up, and my hands balled into fists as I struggled to maintain control over my emotions. Jenna had been a  hateful person but this was an all time low for Declan.

I knew they would go to any lengths to make me miserable, but I never thought they would stoop so low as to bring a child into their twisted games.

The little boy in front of me was Jeremy, the son of Declan and Jenna. He was brought by Declan's Beta, Hardin, and my blood boiled as I realized this meant they were trying to manipulate me with an innocent child.

"Take him away," I said to Hardin, struggling to keep my voice even as I pointed at Jeremy.

The child looked up at me with wide eyes, and I could see the confusion and fear in his expression. "Please find my mommy," he said in a trembling voice.

My heart clenched at the desperation in his words, but I knew I had to stay strong. I couldn't let them use this child to hurt me. "Get him out of here, Hardin!" I said, my tone harsh as I turned to face Hardin.

But as Hardin started to move, Jeremy clutched onto my leg. "Please help me find my mommy," he repeated.

I felt a surge of anger rise in me, and I snatched my leg away from him. "Get off me! Get the fuck out of my office. Get out!!" I spat, my tone sharp and unforgiving.

“What is wrong with you, why are you lashing out at the child? He’s done nothing wrong.” Hardin said and I sighed, rubbing my temple slowly. I was sick, frustrated, and angry at this evil mind game Declan and Jenna were playing at.

“I’m sorry. I am not just in the right frame of mind. Leave.” I said, and walked out of the Newspaper room

Hardin quickly scooped the child up into his arms, and turned to leave. "I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to anger you." he muttered, casting me a sympathetic look before disappearing from my sight.

I was left alone with my anger, and it threatened to consume me. How could Declan and Jenna be so heartless as to bring an innocent child into their twisted scheme? I felt a scream building up inside of me, and I wanted to lash out at something, anything.

I quickly took permission to leave my workplace. I didn't want anyone to see me crying, especially not my colleagues. I rushed to my car and drove to my home. Just the thought of being back in my daughter's room was enough to make me break down in tears.

I entered her room to see all her belongings in their place as if she was still there. I saw her dolls and her clothes. I grabbed her clothes and crumpled into a heap on the floor, clutching them tightly to my chest. The tears began to fall uncontrollably, and I couldn't stop the sobs from escaping my lips.

 I  looked  back to the time when I was pregnant with her. I was banished from the Pack by Declan and had nowhere to go. I discovered I was pregnant after I had left and the thought of being a single mother was overwhelming, but I knew I had to stay strong for my child. I gave birth to her alone, and it was the happiest moment of my life.

However, happiness was short-lived as my daughter fell ill when she was two years old. I remember being at the hospital with Mia, my best friend, and my daughter. We were all terrified, watching as she fought for her life. Eventually, she succumbed to her illness, and my world came crashing down. I remember feeling like I had lost a part of myself that could never be replaced.

Mia had been my rock during that period. Without her, I don't think I would have survived. But it was still hard to move on. Every day I would think about my daughter and how much I had lost. I had a total mental breakdown and was unable to function. I quit my job, stayed at home, and barely interacted with anyone. Mia was the only person who could make me smile and bring me back to reality.

As I lay on the floor, holding my daughter's clothes, I could feel the pain coming back and overwhelming me. It was as if it had just happened yesterday, and I was reliving the pain again. I wished I could turn back time and have my daughter back with me.

My mind became hard at the memory of Jeremy. Declan and Jenna had a child,and he had survived. While mine was left to die, because I was unable to take care of her properly. Because her Father had been an absolute bastard.

Suddenly, my phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I wiped my tears and answered the phone. It was Mia, and I could hear the concern in her voice, just by the way she said, "Inara, are you okay?"

I tried to compose myself and said, "Yeah, I'm okay. I was just, you know, thinking about my daughter".

“Inarayy. I told you, to try and focus on the life you are living now. I know it was hard when baby Darcy died, but Inara, we did all we could. It was the will of the heavens that she had to leave.” She said soothingly and I sniffed.

 I heard a knock on my door. “Let’s talk later. I think I have a visitor.” I said and I ended the call. I walked to my door and opened it ad Saw Hardin standing at the door. Thank God,my eyes had cleared up. He stared at me intently.

“Okay, what was with the lashing out at that child in the office? Inara, you love kids, you adore them. Why did you that?” He asked and I folded my hands.

“Because I hate Declan.” I said coldly.