Another baby, another pregnancy lost because I married an abuser, a wife beater for a husband.
What kind of man beats his pregnant wife and costs them not just one but two of their babies in the space of one year? This is just too much for me to bear. I don’t even know how I feel right now. Pain? Anger? Sadness? I don’t know….. I just feel— Empty, void, a broken vessel of nothingness. I should divorce him, I know, I should have done so the very first time he put his hands on me but I can’t. Divorcing Myron is giving up my family legacy, the Alphaship will be passed from my bloodline completely since we have no child together. He’s not even originally from our pack, what would the pack members think of me? I can’t….I just can’t. I sniff hard, wiping my eyes but it’s useless, the tears won’t stop pouring. I want to stay strong but I feel so weak, within and without. Twice I have carried life inside me and daydreamed, even in my sleep, I did dream about holding them in my hands, I saw their beautiful faces, the cute little innocent smile babies always had but those dreams have turned into a living nightmares because of Myron. I bawl, throwing my phone at the portrait of him hanging in our room. “Pumpkin, everything okay?” My breath hitches and my heart races the moment I hear Eli’s voice outside the room as he knocks. He cannot know about any of this, he must not find out. “Yeah, I’m fine, one minute!” I yell in response, gather the wet tissues on my bed and toss them in the bin, dry my face with a towel and apply some powder before I ask him to enter. He steps in with that grace that he always carries, tall and gallant, his sharp blue eyes beautiful as ever, well defined jaw line with no beard and a mop of dark hair on his head. No one would believe this man was turning forty next month, he looked as young as the twenty seven year old Myron. “I missed you at my coro—” he pauses and observes me, the calm look on his face morphing into a frown, “you’ve been crying, are the cramps that bad?” What cramps? Myron must have conjured up some lie to explain my absence. “Yeah,” I nod, playing along but the,urge to speak the truth burns at the tip of my tongue. He’ll probably murder Myron for even laying a hand on me but the backlash and scandal that will follow will also cost me everything I hold dear. He shakes his head pitifully at me and smirks before coming over to sit beside me on the bed and the moment his sandalwood and wet earth smell hits my nostrils, I feel a deep sense of tranquility within me, reaching even my wolf. It’s always been like this since I was a kid, I always feel safe and at peace around him. “I wanted you out there today, I was going to give you the honor of putting the crown on me,” he says in a solemn voice, his eyes looking a bit sad and I can tell he’s really upset that I missed it. I wanted to be out there for him today, I know how much it meant to him. Becoming Supreme Alpha has been a lifelong dream of his. “I’m sorry,” I pout, giving him puppy eyes. “You know that shit doesn’t work on me, yet you do it all the time,” he makes a face and pokes my head with his index finger like I’m some kid, “silly girl.” “Yes it does,” I chuckle, feeling lighter inside but I know the heaviness will return when he leaves. He smiles at me but then his face turns serious. “There’s something I should tell you. I’ll be getting remarried.” What? My eyes bulge and my heart clenches. I shouldn’t feel this way, I should be happy for him but I’m not because for as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted him even though I know he’ll never look at me that way. What am I even saying? I’m married…to his nephew. “Oh. who? When?” I recover, spewing out the words fast. I know he doesn’t have a mate, he never found her. The rumor is that she’s probably dead plus it’s not really an uncommon thing. I haven’t found my mate either, not that it would matter anyway. He was married before, a marriage that blessed him with twin children but his wife cheated on him with her fated mate and in his rage, he killed them both. “I don’t have a who— yet,” he frowns, “I don’t even want to do it but the king insists. As a Supreme, I need a Luna, he gave me one year to find a bride.” “Hey don’t be so sad about it,” I nudge him, forcing a smile to mask my own feelings, feelings I shouldn’t even have that I do. “At least now you’ll have a woman to answer to.” He scoffs, “make no mistake pumpkin, I answer to no woman.” “Except for me,” I say proudly, folding my hands against my chest. Goddess…I just love the feeling I have around this man, I just feel so free, so happy, the innocent little girl in me comes to life. “I have something for you,” he says, putting his hand in his pocket. I shake my head amusingly. Only Eli would give someone a gift on his own coronation when it’s supposed to be the other way round. I wonder what it is, his pocket didn’t look bulgy when he walked in but I really didn’t take note either. He pulls his hand out of his pocket, a sadistic smile on his face as he flips me the middle finger. “I answer to no woman, not even you pumpkin.” Did he just— “No you didn’t…” I jump towards him and he easily catches me, pins me down on the bed with his body bent over mine. His bright blue eyes lock with my ocean blue eyes and for a moment, everything stops. I hear his heart race and in the stillness of everything, his eyes dip to the cleavage of my breasts, his throat bobs but then he blinks rapidly and quickly looks away like someone jolted out of a trance. He lets me go quickly, too quick that I want to beg him to hold me and look at me like that again. “I have to go,” he says, not even waiting for me to reply before he practically runs out. My own heart thuds and I sigh in confusion. What does this mean? That look in his eyes, I’ve never seen it before, it’s strange yet alluring. Is it possible that he sees me as more than his goddaughter?Myron strolls into the room past the other three men, his lips on the verge of a smile but his eyes setting off sparks of anger. The man beside me wakes up too and looks at Myron, he gasps, “Shit…Emerald, who are these people?” His mop of dark hair falls over his left gray eyes and he brushes it off, glancing at me. He pulls the soft silky covers over his lean, ribbed abdomen and gives me a questioning look again. “Emerald?” “Who the hell are you?” I snap, pulling away from him. He replies, “What?” his forehead creases. Eli sighs, an embarrassed hand covering his face as he leans against the open door. The name of the situation hits me instantly like brick fresh out of the kiln: I've just committed adultery. Myron's angry eyes fall on the succulence of my cleavage, a disgusting twist of his lips tells me all I need to know: he believes I'm guilty of this grave sin. Who wouldn't? My dress is a clump on the floor, along with my boots, caked with mud—mud? I must be far from my hom
Myron is fagged out, slouching on the couch when I enter the apartment around late afternoon. I stare at his almost magnificent figure for a long time, listening to his raspy breath, his head flung over the back of the headrest. No, plucking a strand from his hair is a completely extreme sport. For all I know, his wolf can sense me standing here on the threshold between the large living room and the kitchen area. I push the anger and weighing sense of defeat aside and walk into the bathroom we both share and look around at the white walls—if they could talk, they'll remind me of how many steamy lovemaking has happened here. I have to know. I have to know if Myron has been cheating on me. I need proof of his infidelity. His brush is not here. He probably left it on the dresser in the bedroom. A quick glance at his figure still sleeping in the living room, I quickly make my way to the dresser, rescue a strand of his black hair and tuck it away in a separate rubber bag. Trembling h
My legs tremble slightly as I make my way through the crowded children's ward, memories of the beaten by Myron and the loss of another baby still fresh in my head. Admin had called an hour earlier while I was getting cleaned up from the loss of the baby to tell me one of the doctor's called in sick. Now, a bit lightheaded but determined to cover for my colleague in the pediatric ward, I'm standing over a cute two year old boy with wavy brown hair and oily dark eyes. He's sitting on the chair opposite my desk, hands folded across his chest, in a pose that uncannily resembles my husband Myron's own. “Hey, cutey,” I call breezily as I come around my desk, “What can I do for you? What's wrong?” The boy looks up at me and my heart stops for a beat, the flushing lightness in my head stops. The boy is a spitting image of Myron, and I would have chucked that to coincidence if he hadn't smiled. His melting smile ends in a crease on both sides of his cheeks, just like Myron's own. He bends
Another baby, another pregnancy lost because I married an abuser, a wife beater for a husband.What kind of man beats his pregnant wife and costs them not just one but two of their babies in the space of one year?This is just too much for me to bear.I don’t even know how I feel right now.Pain? Anger? Sadness? I don’t know…..I just feel— Empty, void, a broken vessel of nothingness.I should divorce him, I know, I should have done so the very first time he put his hands on me but I can’t. Divorcing Myron is giving up my family legacy, the Alphaship will be passed from my bloodline completely since we have no child together.He’s not even originally from our pack, what would the pack members think of me?I can’t….I just can’t.I sniff hard, wiping my eyes but it’s useless, the tears won’t stop pouring. I want to stay strong but I feel so weak, within and without.Twice I have carried life inside me and daydreamed, even in my sleep, I did dream about holding them in my hands, I saw
The day Alpha Eli Golden is crowned Supreme Alpha of the West Province, my husband kicks me in the stomach, blood trickling down my thighs as I cradle the secret of our unborn child. I should be out there, playing the perfect Luna to our pack, but here I am—trapped, gasping, and wondering if today’s the day he finally kills me.Out of the twenty-four packs he will now rule over, Eli chose to hold the ceremony in our pack, the Blue Moon pack, in honor of my father, his late best friend. I’ve adored Eli forever—my godfather, my unattainable crush—his presence a rare light in the shadows of my life. My excitement for him should be the headline of this day, but instead, it’s the dread pooling in my gut as the door to my room creaks open.I stand from my dresser the moment I catch his scent, my heart leaping, breath shallowing as he steps inside. Not Alpha Eli, but my husband—Alpha Myron Golden, the black wolf of the west, as they call him. The only pure black wolf in a province of multico