Chapter 5

2 weeks later.

Lila's Pov

It was only 2 weeks, but it feels like 2 years ago. I am a shadow of myself. I don't remember the last time I smiled or slept or ate. I didn't even think I was breathing.

I wanted to die. I needed to die. I was already dead emotionally and mentally. The only thing that was alive was my body.

The same body that Mark uses every night to get himself off. I don't cry anymore, and I don't even fight back. I'm tired. I'm heartbroken, and I'm fading. My wolf has been the same since Griffin left.

I think I've lost her along with him.

I thought I was finally free today when everything went black, but here I was, in the hospital, staring at my tormenter while we waited for my test results.

I wish I were terminally ill like humans, but the kicker to being a werewolf is that you never get sick.

I've tried everything I can to end my life every single day, but I still live.

"Luna, congratulations, you're 2 weeks along." The pack doctor said happily. I kept staring at her in shock because it's been a week since Mark started raping me, so it's impossible. UNLESS--

This is the first time in 2 weeks that I felt hope for a different life than what I'm already living.

I was carrying a life—a baby who is a testament to true love.

I've never thought about babies, nor have I had any desire for one, but this one is a miracle.

That was the happiest moment of my life, but what I saw in Mark's eyes scared me.

I know the doctor couldn't see beyond the smile on his face, but I'm used to the manipulation. He can lie with a straight face, and everybody around him believes that he is a good guy. But none of them know him for what he truly is. None of them has been on the receiving end of his anger.

"Please." It was futile, but it was the only thing I could do when the doctor left.

I've never begged him. He has taken and taken away from me, but still, I've never begged him.

"Let's go home." He said.

That was a code that punishment was waiting for me at the house, that place can never be my home, so I refuse to call it that.

I kept to my thoughts and blocked everything out when he carried me home from the pack hospital.

I haven't been able to think about anything since Griffin left. I know that Mark is lying about where he is, and it guts me because I wanted to save his life, which is why I hated this, but I may have killed him.

"You're still thinking about him." I was roughly pulled away from my thoughts when I felt him drop me on the couch.

I didn't mind the constant pushes every day because the physical pain distracted me from my emotional pain, but this time, I had a baby to think of.

"No," I lied.

"I let you and him play me and create a little love nest for years, and I kept quiet, but this is taking it too far. Both of you have humiliated me." He said pacing. "That baby should have been mine."

He looked like a crazed person. And every time he looked my way, I was scared. I wasn't scared for my life, but for Griffin and my baby's life.

"Please," I begged yet again, and this time, I took the initiative to even kneel in front of him. I promised myself that he could break me as much as he wanted, but he could never get to see my weakness, yet here I was.

"You know that I love you, don't you?" He said, and it's something he says quite often, but he doesn't understand what love is, nor will he ever. He doesn't care that I'm numb every time he touches me. Instead, it just turns him on.

A person who loves you wouldn't manhandle you the way he does me. Love shouldn't hurt physically, mentally, or emotionally.

Love is sacrificing. It's beautiful, and it's the purest emotion there is.

I nodded even though I disagreed.

"I just want you to love me too." He crouched in front of me while I kneeled in front of me. The me that was tired of him would have told him that he doesn't deserve anyone's love, nor will he ever get it, but the mother in me could never.

"I will, but please just let me keep the baby." I asked.

A few seconds ago, I was happy about having to bring the baby to life, but now I'm scared. I'm scared of the life that I'll give this baby.

I know that Mark can play any character really well because he has played his brother ever since he was born, and I fear he might do that to my baby.

I can't tolerate seeing him with my baby in his arms.

"Nobody has to know who the baby's father is." I don't know what I was doing, but I was completely sealing my fate to him. This is, by far, the most foolish thing I've done, but this baby deserves to be born.

It's only a matter of time before he kills Griffin if he hasn't done that already, and this baby could be the last thing I have from him because Mark will never let me die. He'll let me break every day, but he will never allow me to get some peace.

"Nobody will know, but I need something in return." He asked, and right now, I'm willing to give him anything he wants.

"What?" I asked, completely resigned to my fate.

"From now on, you will be the exemplary wife and Luna that this pack needs. You'll stand next to me with the biggest smile. This child will only know me as its Father, and you'll bear me children.

I'm destined for great things and luckily you'll be by my side to watch it happen." He said, and a few tears escaped my eyes.

I don't know what great things he's talking about and I don't even want to know judging by the glint in his eye.

"There'll be none of those." He referred to my tears, and I wiped them hastily.

"If you make a mistake, that baby will pay." He said.