Chapter Three

WENDY’S POV

He stopped mid-sentence and the silence in the room seemed to swallow us both.

“What did you just say?” He asked.

I repeated the words, this time, a little bit firmer. “I'm pregnant with your child.”

The silence stretched on for a minute more, before,

“Lies!” erupted the Queen. “Don't believe her, George! This is another one of her lies to sway things in her favor! Don't listen to her! She's not pregnant!”

“It's true, Alpha George,” said my devil of a half-sister. “She isn't pregnant. She's just trying to sway you. 

Please don't believe her.”

“And even if you were pregnant,” added the queen. “We all know it couldn't possibly be for George, you whore.”

Her words swung deep, but I gave my husband instead, gazing into his eyes for a glimpse of the man I once knew.

I whispered again, gently and with tears this time, “I'm carrying your child, George. I'm pregnant. For you.”

For a minute, it seemed it was just George and I in the room, until Queen Rosina broke the silence. 

“Don't be swayed by her deceptive eyes, George,” she barked harshly. “She’s trying to fool you. I suggest you bring in the doctor now to have her tested and check if she's really pregnant!”

Without taking his eyes off me, George agreed with his stepmother and ordered, “Summon the royal doctor.”

One of the guards did as told and we all waited for his return with the doctor.

As I took my seat on the couch, tears flowed down my eyes as I remembered everything I had been through before I could get married to George. 

We had been lovers since our teenage years and George had been my number one supporter with everything. 

We had been really inseparable and we had only eyes for each other and it was clear that it would remainder so. 

When our peers came of age and started getting their wolves, I was the only one left out. I kept getting older, but yet, no wolf.

That led to a lot of people trying to bully and shun me, but George stuck fast, always going out of his way to make sure I felt among and even going as far as fighting anyone who bothered me. It was a match made by the Goddess herself and I could remember thinking that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

At first, I had been worried too, because any werewolf without a wolf was more of a human than anything else and humans weren't really our cup of tea. George had noticed my fear and had assured me that he wanted me — with or without my wolf.

When everyone saw that the relationship between us would lead to marriage and I still did not have my wolf, my hell on earth started. 

The elders of the pack, George's family and my aunt and uncle had stood vehemently against the union, saying I was not worthy to be called the mate of an Alpha.

 Instead, they had told George to marry Brittany, saying she would make a perfect Luna and bear him healthy pups — something a wolfless thing like me would find impossible to do.

George had refused because he believed that our love was stronger than their pettiness, so we had gotten married, amidst grumbling and ill will. But even after the marriage, they had continued, pointing fingers at me, blaming me of things I didn't do, but George never believed them.

Until now.

I looked up, jolted from my reverie when I heard Queen Rosina welcome the royal doctor.

“The doctor is here now, you wench. It's time to prove you wrong and put an end to your lies.”

“Please, come with me, Luna. I'll need to the your blood and urine samples,” said the doctor. 

Tearily, I went with him and soon came back. Entering into the living room seemed like entering into an enemy's battleground.

Hostile faces that wanted an end to me. Even my husband's.

We all waited with bated breathe for the doctor to come back out. When he did, I swallowed, my palms wet and clammy.

“Well,” demanded Queen Rosina harshly. “What's your verdict, Doctor? Is she pregnant or not?”

The doctor bowed his head with a little shake of his head, something like regret etched unto his face. “Sorry to say this, your majesty. The Luna is not pregnant.”

My heart jumped in my chest. “A-are you sure?”

“I knew it,” hissed the queen, cutting in before the doctor could get in a reply. “What do you mean is he sure?! Of course, he's sure. You're nothing but a cheap, lying pathetic whore. I rue the day George got married to you. I knew you were a bad person ever since I heard you came of age an didn't get your wolf. He would have been better getting married to a human!”

Brittany also spoke. “ Why did you have to go this length, Wendy? You'll do anything to keep up your lies and facade, won't you?”

I shook my head, not allowing myself to believe to the doctor's words. They couldn't be true; he couldn't be serious. “No, no, that's not true. This is not true,George. I'm pregnant with your child,”

This was a nightmare — a nightmare threatening to engulf me and swallow me whole.

I turned to my husband, quivering, “Goerge, please. You have to believe me. I'm pregnant.”

His face was stone cold, his eyes hardened against me as he said, “So what happened to the child? Did it mysteriously disappear from your belly?”

He was waiting for a response so I shook my head silently with tears and whispered hoarsely, “I don't know. He could also—”

“I presume the doctor is also lying, hmm?” he asked. “This is also a set up on the part of the doctor against you, right?”

I fell from my chair and knelt at his feet. “George, please.” I reached out to touch him but he yanked my hands away from him.

“Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands.”

“Please, George, don't do this to me. I could never betray you,” I wept. “Please, George. You know I could never do this. It's all planned! I swear to you! It's all a set up!”

He turned to me with disgust in his eyes. “Would you listen to yourself?! A set up?! Then tell me how they set your child up to disappear in your womb?!”

I was unable to respond, the tears rolling down my cheeks without a pause.

“You have twenty four hours to sign those papers and leave my house.”

With that, he kicked me away from his path and headed out the door. I sprang up and follow him, running behind him as he entered into his car.

“George, please! Wait!”

I rushed after his car, unaware of the coming truck behind me. A sudden screeching noise filled the air, and I found myself falling and then I saw blackness.

****

I woke up to the sound of beeping. 

I opened my bleary eyes and looked around.

I was in a hospital room, hooked to a monitor and an IV drip.

What was going on? I wondered.

Then I remembered the events of the past few hours. The royal doctor saying I was not pregnant; George demanding I sign the divorce papers and storming off; me rushing after him, and then finally that sudden horrible noise.

I had been hit. Tears rolled down my eyes and unto the pillow as I thought of all that had happened.

Was I really going to lose George? 

Were my enemies going to win at the end?

The door opened and a nurse come in. She was taken aback as she saw my eyes wide open.

“Oh, you're awake. How are you feeling now?”

“What of my child?” Was my first sentence to her, because I knew I was pregnant, despite what the royal doctor had said. “Is my baby alright?”

I saw the answer in her eyes before she opened her mouth.

“I'm sorry, ma'am. We did the best we could but it was too late. You lost the baby.”