Athena"Shit!" I heard Celine's voice, her facade of bravado seemed to have faded in just a matter of a second."I told you once, Vincent. And I am telling you again," I gripped his throat tighter, feeling his bones crush underneath my hold, "No one. Do you hear me? No one is allowed to hurt my child. Not you, not your damn sister, not your wicked mother!" "Mother?" Sebastian's low voice came floating in my ears.I threw Vincent against the chair. His body landed on it and broke it into two. He groaned in pain, unable to move at all.Knowing that he'd require time to get himself moving once again, I turned around to face Sebastian and the other two vicious women.All colours from Celine's face had already faded, and I could see her slowly backing away, perhaps planning to head out through the door. But Julia stood on her ground, her expression unreadable but her eyes giving away the fact that she was planning something in her mind."Yes. Mother– She is Vincent's mother and all of thi
Athena"Alpha, we are sorry but your mate suffered a miscarriage." The faint voice of a female buzzed into my ears.Despite having half of my consciousness lost somewhere in the dark, the news left me paralyzed. The surface underneath me felt stone cold like a rock, my body refused to move, my eyes wouldn't open and in my perturbation I keep trying to feel my baby's presence, convincing my ears that what they had heard was a lie but every time I was struck with the truth that hurt me more than any weapon in this world could.At one moment, it felt like I would never be able to remove this weight off of my body and get up, deep down, the thought of watching myself die underneath this crushing weight began to settle but then, another voice spoke."Okay," It was his voice, low and calm, however, unsuccessful in masking the ache behind it, "How month was....our child?""One month. Just like typical werewolf embryos, your child was at its developing phase too and unfortunately, it couldn't
Present TimeAthenaThe silence of my apartment forced me to drown in the same awful memories again and again. The sight of Sebastian today, had awakened all my nightmares, freshened all my wounds and put me in the same spot I'd found myself six months ago.Guilt began crawling up my insides, like venomous spiders it surrounded me, some even went up and down my throat. I fought hard to not let a word leave my mouth. I did not want to cry because that only made me feel weak. I did not want the grief to touch me or even brush past me, cause no matter how much I grieved, the pain would never end.One question repeatedly rang inside my head— Why is he here?The thought of his sudden appearance not being a coincidence dragged me into an emotional upheaval where suspicion wouldn't let me stay still even for a mere second. My restlessness was killing me from within, it was eradicating my sanity, and it made me question my dignity every time a surreal emotion passed through me at the thought
AthenaThere had been times when distractions became my saviour, when work helped me forget for the sake of my peace and small affirmations to myself helped me calm my racing heart down but today nothing helped.Even as I finished tons and tons of chores, more than what I was supposed to do, from neatly cleaning my entire apartment, to placing even a small pencil in its place, and now at the bakery, doing more work than I had in my duty, nothing gave a hand to reducing my anxiousness I tried to keep hidden but perhaps, partly succeeded."What happened sweetcakes?" Shelly asked, surely not mistaking the worry written all over my face for something else."Oh, nothing. I am just a bit tired." I blurted out without thinking anything at all."What? Then why are you here, Athena? You should have stayed at home and taken a rest," She instantly spoke and her face showed concern, "But here you are, working double the number of your usual duties.""I will be fine, Shelly. Don't worry." I flashe
Athena"Hello, I am here to deliver this order for room 237," I told the receptionist, showing her the card for our bakery."Can I get the name?""Uhm..."After quite an amount of struggle, I fetched the paper from my jeans pockets and looked at the info, "Oh, it's for Miss...Cora.""Give me a second," She checked the entries, "Sorry, but there's no entry in the name of Miss Cora. Room number 237 is booked for Mr Val--""Could you please check with the guest if someone else they know has ordered this for them? The location given to us was this one and we received the order around 2.00 PM. The payment has already been made," I requested, "It'd be unfortunate if we can't deliver this order.""Sure, I can do that for you."She soon dialled the number and called the individual staying in the room, "Hello, Sir. Sorry to bother you, but we have got a small issue over here. It appears that someone named 'Cora, has placed an order for you," She spoke, "Would mind confirming if you are aware of
SebastianAs I watched her leave, my heart sank, far deeper than it ever had because I fucking knew how she saw the situation. After a whole half a year of fighting the world alone and dealing with the grief, and darkness by herself, the last thing she had expected was for me to show up in her life, all of a sudden and for my presence to threaten her walls again. It was evident. She hadn't seen it happen anytime soon.And even if she had, of course, it was more than just obvious that she hadn't expected me to be with another woman.But I was not. Cora was not my girlfriend.Flashback"You know, instead of cutting a stupid piece of cake I'd prefer you to leave me alone and go back," I let out, reclining against the chair and pinching the middle of my forehead."You know, instead of trying to send me back, you can celebrate with me," As always, her response was quick, "It's been four months of your therapies and I am glad you are recovering, and it's a good thing. Why can't you just b
AthenaTill I reached home, my eyes were weighed down. Red, swollen, and full of tears. I did not know why I was getting so affected by the fact that Sebastian had found someone to move on with his life when I thought I didn't have any hopes remaining in my heart. Or maybe I was wrong.Maybe I did have hopes. In a cruel way that ended up hurting me.Maybe I'd thought that he was true to his words that the day I had left. My poor heart, in the hopes of being loved, deep down believed that he was truly guilty for everything he did and put us through.Not that his guilt would have made anything better or turned the tables. But, it was easier to live with the knowledge that your mate, the culprit who left no scope to hurt you in the deep urge to destroy you, was at least aware of what he had done and in comparison to the pain I was carrying over my shoulders, it was the least on his part to at least carry, perhaps, just a bit of remorse?I wondered if he even remembered about our child w
AthenaIn the midst of everything she had destroyed with her own hands, with her tears pouring freely and proceeding to slide down her cheeks, her screams sounding louder than the waves of the sea, her eyes red and her soul having more pieces than the things she'd broken in the hopes of buying herself a reason to feel less devastated than she was, sat a woman— A broken woman with scars that'd take years to count. A woman who had once dreamt of being loved. A woman who had once imagined a life with her child after her mate who never wished to keep her in his one.And that woman was me. I was that ill-fated woman.Why couldn't he just love me?— This question would never stop asking me to be answered.Why did I had to lose my baby?— This question would always keep hurting me.Why hadn't I put myself first?— This question would allow me the guts to forgive myself.I had never known before meeting Sebastian that love can be so lethal. But, thanks to him, he made it possible. I owed him for