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ESMERALDA’S POV.

I felt as though I am floating, I could not exactly feel myself bounded to anything, but rather, I was free. I tried to move my body, open my eyes, or shift my finger at the very least but none of that worked. Instead, I felt unable to do anything, and wherever I looked around, I could only see darkness nothing else.

I tried to speak to my wolf through my mind, but I could not do that also. It felt as though I am in a different universe from the one she is in. I could not even feel her. My reality began to blur out though and before I know it, I had lost the ability to think all together. In the distance though, I heard muffled, unfamiliar voices. My skin, it felt a bit chilly, but the same time, bound to something incredibly warm. I could not decipher a single word though as the darkness took me with it, and the only thing I could decipher, the pain that took over my body.

The next time I felt myself awake, I could actually open my eyes, though it proved to be a difficult task. Somehow, I managed to do just that. I slowly peeled my eyes open, my gaze blurry at first but it evened out as my gaze was met with the sight of a ceiling, an unfamiliar one.

I tried to move around, by moving my finger first and I felt relieved knowing I could do that. A slight groan escaped my lips though as I tried to sit up, but my body felt so foreign, almost as if I had lost the ability to move altogether.

Pushing past the unfamiliarity, I managed to get myself into a sitting position, and then finally, I got the chance to fully look around the unfamiliar room. From the high ceiling to the wide windows, down to the plush carpets and inviting couches…everything felt so…regal.

At the same time, so unfamiliar.

The events that happened hours prior came rushing into my mind, coupled along with my confusion for being in this unfamiliar place. I remember Anthony’s return, his human, chosen luna, him finding out we are mates and...his rejection.

Surprisingly, pain does not register in my mind as I thought of the rejection, but it does remind me of a very important fact. My baby.

My hand immediately went to my belly, as my eyes widened when I could not feel the familiar, yet small bump I had got accustomed to having and hiding away as well. Tears immediately welled in my eyes at the possibility of what could be the reason for its absence, and I found myself shaking my head in denial.

“No, no, no…not my baby, no,” I pushed the duvet covering me off my body in an attempt to get out of bed and seek the first person in mind, needing an explanation as to why I cannot feel my bump again.

However, I seemed to have underestimated my body’s strength because the moment my feet touched the ground, and I tried to stand up, my knees gave out on me and I found myself crashing on the floor. In the process, I tipped off the glass cup on the bed side cabinet, making it shatter with a loud crash, sending the water that was in it spilling all over the floor.

I could not care less about it though. Rather, I was more focused on trying to move, get up, scream for anyone near but I could not—my body proved to be too weak, and I hated it. Physical weakness is never something I had, and now, I feel as though the world is crashing.

A sob wracked through me, escaping my body as I held on to my belly, my tears streaming down my face as I found myself calling out for my baby. “My baby…please no, please…” I could not even recognize my own voice, judging from how weak and fragile it sounded.

In a matter of seconds though, the door was pushed open harshly, and an unfamiliar lady came rushing in. The moment she saw me on the floor, her eyes widened and then she rushed over to where I am, falling on her knees as well as she wrapped a supportive arm around me.

“You should be in bed resting, your grace.” I was too caught up in my moment to even realize how she addressed me.

I ignored her words that barely registered in my mind, taking a hold of her shirt as I looked at her, “My baby,” My voice broke, my other hand still on my belly, “What happened to my baby? Why can’t I feel my baby?”

Her expression visibly softened, and a look of pity, a look I so much despise at the moment took over her features—a look that confirmed those thoughts I firmly want to deny with every thing in me. “Your Grace, please…you should be in bed,” She said instead, trying to steer the topic away from that. “You are supposed to be getting much needed rest.”

I shook my head, her words going in through one ear and leaving through the other, “Tell me what happened to my baby, please,” I pleaded, more tears streaming down my face, “Please tell me what happened to my child. I beg of you, where is my child please?”

She looked down.

“Tell me,” I shook her body, “Where is my baby?!”

She shook her head, and when she looked at me, her eyes were apologetic. “We could not save your child…unfortunately…”

“No, no, no…” I let go of her, then shook my head in denial as I looked away, my tears ceasing to fall. “…no, that is not true,” I whispered, taking a hold of the duvet, clutching it firmly in my hand as I tried to use it as support to get myself to stand on my feet.

My legs wobbled though, and I found myself nearly collapsing.

The unfamiliar lady helped me, but I pushed her away.

“Your Grace, please…”

“NO!” I screamed, finally forcing myself to stand on my feet, although my legs were shaky and weak, I still pushed through the pain and stood straight. Turning around to look at her with hateful eyes, I spat, “My baby is not gone, I cannot lose it as well. No, no, NO!! THIS CANNOT BE!” My screams were a mixture of sobs as well, nothing sensible going through my mind.

The unfamiliar lady turned around to stare at someone at the door, and that was when I noticed there is another unfamiliar man that stood by the door, sharing similar expression with her.

She then said to him, “You should call the Prince, now.” He nodded, turned around, and hastily walked out, leaving us alone.

I could barely register what she said in my mind, nor care about it. All I could think of is…my baby is gone. I have lost my baby. I have lost everything.