I dragged my weary body home, sighing as I dumped my body unceremoniously on the bed. I removed my shoes and tossed them around the room before massaging my sore feet with my hands.I was beyond stressed. My legs were shaking from standing too much. We had a lot of emergencies, so we were on call literally throughout the whole day. A lot of the referrals, in particular, came from the middle school.There was a case of two newly turned wolves who had lost control and fought till they broke their limbs. A warrior had also pushed himself too much and collapsed.Blue Crescent was a large pack, much bigger than my home pack, so we had a lot of cases. But Gamgam had been so nice. She had explained everything to me patiently, never getting angry no matter how many times I asked her questions.During the lunch break, we ate together with the other nurses. There, I get to hear firsthand about all that has been going on in the hospital. I was happy that I was able to make friends with some of t
"What? What is that?" "She is pregnant!" Gamgam broke the ice. "What?" Someone shouted, and apparently it was me. "What do you mean I am pregnant?" Richard was standing like a statue, unmoving. "Yes, Luna, it says you are pregnant." She repeated again. What? I touched my stomach, trying to feel any signs of life, but I didn't hear any heartbeat. "Are you sure?" "Yes, Luna. The blood test says so." "Lemme see." I grabbed the result from her hand and read through the result. There it was written boldly: "Pregnancy—positive." "Wow!" I exclaimed. I didn't know what else to say; my tongue felt as if it was tied. For goodness’ sake, I'm just 23; I don't think I am ready for a child now. Yes, Richard and I have had plenty of unprotected sex, but it has never crossed my mind that pregnancy may be the result. I had simply just ignored it. "Are you sure? Let me see." Richard grabbed the result from my hands and smoothed it to read it, his eyes running from spot to spot till he found what
"Richard, stop!" I snapped angrily at him after he kept touching my stomach for the umpteenth time while talking to it. It was on a Sunday, and we were lying down on the bed while Richard's hands kept wandering to my stomach. I thought I was going to be baby-crazed, but Richard beat me to it. Whenever he had the time, he would dote on me, constantly touching my stomach and talking to our child in that sickening baby voice adults do. He never missed a hospital appointment, no matter how busy he was. I will admit, it was cute. He was constantly bringing me food and tending to me. He massaged my feet even though he was a horrible masseur, but it was the thought that counted, so I didn't hold it against him. The pregnancy was now in its tenth week, and I had begun to spot a bump. As the pregnancy advanced, I was dealing with constant cravings, and today was one of those days. "But, baby, I am just telling him about the pack. According to Werewolf Pregnancy 101, they said it is good to
I was in good spirits and ready to return to work after spending the entire Sunday cuddling with Richard, among other things. It has been a hassle trying to get Richard to let me resume work. If he had had his way, I wouldn't even lift my fingers to do anything; I would just be sleeping and eating. But I pleaded with him, after confirming that I wouldn't be doing any stressful work. I really don't do anything at the hospital, because if I even dare lift something, about three interns will be right beside me, helping me to do it. The pack was very happy after we announced that we were expecting a child. They have also been extra protective of their unborn Alpha. And I am happy because my son will grow up in love with people who care about him. It was a typical Monday, and Harry walked beside me as we went to work. It had become a routine; one I enjoy now. Harry had gradually become one of my close friends, one I could rely on, and I did look forward to our walks to work. Richard had
I woke up and noticed I was sitting on a chair. I tried to stand up but was met with resistance. My hands and legs were tied to a chair. I struggled to free myself, but it was of no use. The bindings were very strong, as if they were made for a werewolf. I tried to scream, but my mouth was sealed with tape. I struggled, trying to free myself, but it was to no avail. I tried to scream out my frustration. Everything was dark and stunk, and I couldn't see anything because my eyes were blindfolded. I couldn't smell anything either. Richard... Richard? My brain was feeling foggy from the effects of the drugs. I tried to reach out to Kiayra or Hermes, all to no avail. I suspect they had given me something that had weakened my wolf. Because I couldn't feel her, no matter how hard I reached inside her. I was getting frustrated, or I already was. The lack of scent was making me feel anxious. I was as blind as a bat, and also deaf. The worst thing that could happen to a werewolf is not being
I woke up in the early hours before they did. I couldn't even get a good night's sleep. I kept on tossing, trying to find a good position. But I was tied to a chair, so there weren't many positions one could turn to. My neck and back felt sore from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position for a long time. I was shaking like a faulty machine, and I could already feel the onset of a headache coming. In the dim light, I was able to make out Anna sleeping on the mattress. It is disheartening that one could sleep well knowing that they may be the cause of an innocent man's death. She was sleeping soundly, even snoring, with no care in the world. I looked around, trying to spot any weapon I could use to defend myself, or even food. I can't even remember when I last had a decent meal. But there were none; only food wrappers and empty water bottles were lying carelessly around. Kiayra? I called to my wolf, hoping she would hear me, but I received no response. Richard? This time I tried c
Richard's POV Few hours to the kidnap, It was a typical busy Monday. It was a struggle to leave my pregnant mate to herself, but I had to. I have a pack to take care of, and she has work to do. My mouth tugged into a smile as I remembered all our activities yesterday. She was truly a vixen. She had made me break my oath. I promised not to fuck her until she gave birth, but she seduced me, and my defense crumbled. And now, I can't get enough of her. I adjusted myself as I felt myself growing in the pants. Isabella will definitely be my undoing. I tapped my forehead. Think of rough, hairy balls, Richard—rough, hairy balls. I had no choice but to let her go to work, after getting confirmation from Gamgam multiple times that it wouldn't be stressful to her health or the baby's. Now that I think about it, I should have assigned a warrior to keep a close eye on her. I don't want anything happening to her. "Is that drool I see on your mouth?" Ian's loud voice is difficult to miss. I sw
ISABELLA'S POV I was in a bed of flowers, lying down with my hands spread. I don't know, but it felt as if a huge weight had been removed from me. I could no longer feel those earthly things that were binding me. Is this how the afterlife feels? No worries about anyone stabbing you in the back? I think I will love it here. Drip, I felt a droplet of water fall on my face, and before I could blink, it was falling in large amounts. Something or someone was shaking me. I stood up and looked up, but there was no one there. I was still in the large field of flowers. "Luna! Luna!" I heard a voice calling out. But I couldn't place the voice. Luna? Am I Luna? "Why did you hit her? She could die!" The voice continued. "I thought you said you hated her, why do you care if she dies?" "I know, but you shouldn't have hit her. I want to kill her myself. Besides, she is powerless already. There is nothing she can do." I felt another stinging pain on my cheeks and another one again. I glitched