Chapter 3

Selene’s POV

Alexander meant what he said, he had the guards lock Ella up, preventing her from seeing her pairs, and took away her toys, While she was locked in, she developed a fever on the first night of her punishment after so much crying and pleading.

I was seated in her room with her all along so she did not feel neglected, and while at that, she developed a deadly fever, I watched my daughter shiver under the sheets, I had done all that I could to help her, but it was way beyond my power now, my baby needed medical help.

I ran towards the guards, who were assigned to make sure we didn't leave the room.

“Please call the park healers for me, tell them the Luna wants their immediate attention, my baby is sick, she can't stay here anymore.”

“I am sorry, Luna, but the Alpha demands that she be disciplined, my hands are tied, my lady, the Alpha’s request supersedes yours,” he responded.

I cursed Alex a hundred times in mere hours before turning back to the guards again, “Call them inside, would you? He didn't say anything about her not receiving treatment while she observed her punishment.”

"Sure, Luna, I would call the healers." I felt my body ease up, while they ran the errands on my behalf, I couldn't dare to leave her side for one more minute.

“Fine”

I returned to her bedside, just to be alerted by the guards in a few minutes that the healers were not available.

“What do you mean! We have royal healers always on standby! Where are they?”

“I got a message that they are all attending to your sister, my lady, no one is free.”

Angered by his audacity, I jammed my hands on the door of her room. “How dare you come back here with such excuses!”

“My lady—I”

“Don't you dare say another word, go back there and tell those healers that if I don't see them in my daughter's room, they will pay dearly for it, and I mean my word!”

“Sure. Sure thing, my lady,” they scampered off to go search for the healers.

Anger welled in my mind, all my time as Luna, I had done so much for the park, I had sacrificed my time, my health, my peace! to make sure the pack members and workers in the park house never felt less, they were paid more than any wolf in neighboring packs, I deserve the respect, rather, they showered my sister in times of need!

I went back to my baby's room, She was shivering, her temperature was getting higher by the second, her skin became paler. It was only a night with so much stress, and my baby had lost so much weight that I feared something would happen to her.

“Don't worry, baby, mummy got you.”

“Luna, you called for us.” Three healers hustled their way into my room in panic.

“What took you so long?”

All three of them fell on their knees, “Your sister demanded treatment, she had a bad stomach ache, We have been looking for the problem all along,”

Natasha was at it again, she knew Ella was sick!.

“Treat her,” I commanded.

They rushed towards her while I paced back and forth, tears occasionally pooling in my eyes, but I cleaned them before they dropped from my face.

I excused them so they could have enough time to discuss her illness. I could not let Ella see me cry or break down before her since she was already awake and would be treated and, most likely, injected .

Hours passed, while I walked tirelessly back and forth outside her room, I sensed Alex behind me.

Turning in delight, I noticed him approaching. For a moment, I felt at ease, in hopes that he still cared for his daughter and had come to check up on her. I hoped I was wrong, and he had only punished her out of anger and hatred for me. But my hopes fell right through when I noticed he wasn't alone.

“Leave us,” I said to the guards, They bowed immediately, then left.

I grasped myself as I watched both of them walk toward me, the closer he got, the more I noticed how unremorseful he looked, but rather he was angry.

“What do you think you are doing?” he asked.

“What have I done now?” I replied.

Natasha smirked at me, she grabbed his hands, then rested her head on him, I totally ignored her this time, she was none of my business.

“You took all the park healers, thereby leaving none for the pregnant lady.”

My eyes narrowed to Natasha this time, she doesn't look bad or ill, if I must say, she looked her best today, obviously because she had spent her time eating and dining with him.

“My daughter was sick, you punished her, remember? I could not take her to see other healers outside, I could only help her with the park healers, I believe that's obvious.”

“Wow, you sound so selfish, just say you don't want me to be treated rather than defending yourself.” I glared at her, she was stepping on my patience already.

“What's wrong with you? Maybe I would know, because the healers said they tried to figure out what was wrong with you but they couldn't, so why don't you tell me? Maybe I would be able to tell what's actually wrong since it’s not my first pregnancy.”

“I—I,” she stuttered, unable to say another word, I had caught her in her own lie.

“Talk to me, Natasha, I would like to know.”

She held onto Alex's hand, her hand resting on her abdomen, she faked her usual tears, “How would you know? You don't know what it feels like to have a male child, do you?” She cried out again, this time in a more dramatic tone.

Honestly, I was already tired of her constant whining, it was becoming less convincing with time.

Taking a deep breath, I continued talking with Alex.

“My daughter is sick, and this time around I had put so much effort into doing it on my own, but with what I saw inside that room, maybe I can't do it on my own anymore, I needed help.”

“Alex, something is happening to me,” Natasha whispered before falling down.

“Natty!” Alex grabbed her in an attempt to stop her from falling, he tapped on her cheeks continuously, trying to wake her up while she pretended to be unconscious.

“See what you've done!”

I would have suggested he tickled her rather than acting this concerned, his hatred for me had clouded his vision, he could not tell she was pretending.

“Luna," one of the healers said as she emerged from the room.

“What's it? How is she doing?”

Her solemn expression conveyed that the worst had happened.

“It's your daughter, she's not waking up.”