Chapter 5

                                                   ~CIARA'S POV~

I sat in a pool of blood that used to be the fetus in my belly and my heart was saddened with each second that passed. I have cried till I can cry no more and cursed till I could curse no more, but nothing I did could ease the ache I felt in my chest.

Because nothing can bring it back to me.

I lowered my head and the tears that I thought had dried up flowed from my eyes like an angered river and a sob left my lips.

How could you do this to me, goddess?

I looked up into the ceiling and the anguish in my soul fuelled the anger in my chest.

How could you forsake me after all I have been through? 

How could you take the only silver lining I had in this stormy condition you gave me for life?

How could you let the evils of this world take my only joy?

And how could you sit there and do nothing while the innocent people suffer for what they know nothing about.

My heart raced and my breathing got ragged but my head was still held high as nothing could sate the wrath I felt for the heavens.

My anger was not just for the moon goddess alone but for every other deity that dwelled in that golden palace in the sky.

"You would all pay for letting this happen to me, all of you would suffer for the unfair treatment you have shown me."

"And as for you Ava. You are the absolute worst of them all. I thought of you as my companion,  my ally, my sister and you dared to betray me, I don't know if I can survive another day in this accursed world but if I do, then I promise to make you pay for what you took from me with every ounce of blood in your body."

I cursed till my throat cracked and more tears flowed from my tired orbs as I lost the strength and willpower I had, barely a few seconds ago.

Just as I was about to drift into a restless slumber, the gates to my cell opened and before I could register what was going on the alpha of the pack walked into my inhumane environment.

I looked at him for a quarter of a second and lowered my head back to the floor, too tired to admire a man who would never see me as anything more than a monster.

"What are we doing today little worm?"

I said nothing. I did nothing. The only movement in my still form was the rise and fall of my chest and the sweat that ran down my forehead before landing on the pool of blood I was trying to bring back to life.

But if there's one thing I know about in this world, then it's that dreams can never come through.

"Someone is awfully quiet today."

Once again I made no effort to speak, or even look at the face I could never get enough of.

I felt his presence beside me and before I could take my next breath, He held my chin in a vice grip and lifted my head till my eyes stared directly into his. He stared into my tired orbs and a look I could not place ran through his eyes before the familiar look of mockery settled in.

"You look like shit."

Thanks for noticing.

I stared at him with a blank expression, too tired to do anything else.

"So you are not going to say anything?"

All he got was silence, his cheap questions wouldn't be enough to break my silence.

He grabbed my neck and lifted me into the air then slammed my body against the cold, concrete floor.

The air was knocked out of my lungs and pain ran through my back but all that left my lips was a silent whimper, the pain I felt was not enough to give him the satisfaction he needed. 

"Are you ready to accept your crime?"

But that is.

"No." I said through my teeth. The pain I felt intensified.

"Have you finally decided to speak?"

"I have chosen to defend myself. I would never admit to a crime I didn't commit but that doesn't mean I'm not ready to die."

"And why is that?"

I didn't see a hint of mockery or spite in his eyes, if anything he looked curious.

"I have lost my reasons to live."

He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and before he could ask, I explained further.

"I had three reasons to live up until now…"

"The first is the only family I had who must have worried herself to death by now. The second is a mate standing before me with hatred in his eyes."

And the third was the child that used to grow in my belly.

"If I were to be a number, which would I be, Noah?"

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                                                        ~NOAH'S POV~

I left the dungeon in fast strides. My anger soared through the roof and everyone around me could see that.

Her last question keeps popping in my head.

My mind traveled back to what happened in her cell and the look in her eyes.

That lifeless, broken look in her eyes.

I wanted to see her in agony. I wanted to pull her soul from her body. I wanted to see her in pieces.

But why does seeing her in that state leave me with a lump in my throat?

"I would be the number infinity because the sorrows in my life never cease to end. I would be the number infinity because I have lost more joy than I can count. I would be the number infinity because of how many times the man I love has looked at me with hate,” and that was all I could remember her reply was.