"I begged you not to kill my babies, they were our babies. But you were so blind in rage that you didn't even think for once and killed them. You are no less than a monster," Camellia, said with anger and rage. while the surgical knife was on his neck. She hated him to the extent that she had forgotten that she was a doctor who was meant to save life for people but here she was killing him. " I am sorry, Camellia. What I did was wrong and I will happily die in your arms if my sin would be forgiven then please go ahead," his words pierced in her heart. Her hands were shivering, and after hearing his words, she wiped her tears from one hand and pushed him away from her. She couldn't kill him, not today nor in the future. " Mama, Please don't kill, Daddy?" she felt like a criminal in front of her child and stared blankly at her.
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"I, Lawrence Knight, reject you, Camila Wilmer, as my mate." He threw the words at me, and immediately, I felt pain in my chest. Like my heart had been broken into pieces.
I placed my hand on my chest, like if I hadn't done that, I'd be bleeding by now.
Lawrence rejected me?
After all we've been through together, after everything we've shared as mates, I was thinking I've finally found the man for my heart.
"And that bastard in your womb, I need you to abort it. I can't accept to be the father of that thing." He cursed without remorse.
"You can't do this. This child is just a kid who knows nothing about us, we can't just kill him because you don't accept me as your mate anymore. He deserves to live."
"No, he doesn't, and that's a thousand reasons why you have to take it off!" He growled, and I looked away from his gaze.
"You can't be too heartless to an unborn child. You hate me, and I accept your rejection, but–"
He didn't even let me finish my words, he cut in. "No buts, you are removing that child immediately. I don't want it growing with the belief that I ever brought him to the world."
"Lawrence..." "Guards!"
"No, Lawrence, you can't do this to an innocent child. I beg you, I'll leave but let the child be."
"Guards!" He was paying deaf ears to me, acting like I wasn't even saying a thing to him.
As the guards marched in, he ordered them to take me to the doctor's quarter. "Don't let her leave until that thing is out of her."
"Yes, sir."
"Please. Please, I beg you, don't do this to me. Don't do this to us. Lawrence, please." I cried as they dragged me to the doctor's quarter.
I felt my heart beating hard against my chest, I have never undergone an abortion before, and I've heard a lot of news about ladies who do things like this. They mostly don't survive the act.
I was staring at the doctor with tears in my eyes, hoping he'd reconsider and spare my child's life.
"How may I help you?" He asked the guards after giving me a long glance, probably studying if I had an issue with my body.
"The alpha king instructed that you should abort the child she carries in her womb. He wants that done immediately." One of them said,
The doctor looked at me again, "Are you pregnant?"
I couldn't say a word, I couldn't even blink, my eyes held tears. I don't know how to defend myself, to beg him to let me go with the angry guards who are ready to stay and carry out their tasks.
As if he had understood my situation, he asked the guards to leave.
"I'm sorry, doctor, we can't leave. The alpha king wants us to witness the operation."
"Well, this is my office, I give the orders now. But...if you want to express your loyalty to the alpha king, then I assume you two are ready to help out with the operation." He gave them a questioning look,
"Fine, we'll wait outside."
"Better."
His gaze didn't leave them until he was sure they were out of the room before he went to lock the door. Then he returned his gaze to me, "Are you ready for this..."
"Please, I don't want to do this." I pleaded. "But this is an order from the king himself."
"I accept the fact that he hates me and doesn't want anything to do with me, but for the love of the moon goddess, don't take my child's life."
He sighed with difficulty. I understand how it feels to disobey the king's order and work contradictory to his words, but...this is an innocent life we are talking about.
And it can't be now, not when I'm already accepting the through nature of motherhood.
"I beg you, just do me this one favour. We'll fake this operation and I'll leave this pack for good. Just this one favor."
I was going to kneel for him to see how desperate I was to keep the child, but he held me halfway, "You don't have to, Miss. I understand how passionate you are for your child, and I'll help you keep it. Only if you promise me something."
I was ready to do whatever he asked me to do, as long as it resulted in the safety of both the child and myself.
"I'll do anything, doctor. I promise."
"As soon as you leave this pack, never return. Never." He warned.
"I promise." And I wasn't even thinking of facing Lawrence again. No, I'm not coming back here for any reason.
Whatever ties I have with Lawrence or the pack, ends right here. "I promise."
"So now, I want you to do me a favour. You'll have to scream when I ask you to, we need to convince the guards that something is going on in here." I nodded my head in agreement. "Get on the bed, let's start the surgery."
I felt my heart relax, and a sigh of relief washed over me as I began to feel life rush through my lungs, filling me, and giving me hope of survival.
I never knew the doctor would understand my situation, and help me find freedom when I needed it the most.
I appreciated Lawrence rejecting me. If only he knew what he'd done for me, he wouldn't have thought his rejection would seem like a failure to me.
After the doctor had arranged everything he needed to carry out the abortion, he walked up to me. Meanwhile, he had filled a basin with a reddish substance, faking it to be my blood.
I don't know how he did that, but I didn't care to ask.
He gave me a look of readiness. "Are you ready for this?"
"Yes, I am," I said, taking a deep breath.
"Now, I want you to scream." He said, which I did.
Then he injected me with a substance that ran hot through my veins, making my eyes widen in fear.
“Was he carrying out the abortion? Did he deceive me?” I panicked, my soul, leaving my body as I started feeling dizzy and passed out.
Even with the sunshine streaming through the window illuminating the tiles, the hospital room appeared to be freezing.Camilla laid her back on the thin pillows behind her, feeling self-conscious in the poorly woven hospital gown.Her arms were rendered immobile to her body by the metal cuffs whose edges had been tenderising her skin. The sound of chains rattled softly as she moved, trying to get into a position that was not too cramped within the confines.However, her focus was nowhere near her physical discomfort. She was exonerated for poisoning Bella's son.However, her suffering was not finished. Bella’s schemes had left emotional as well as physical scars on her.Camilla hadn’t finished the struggle, however. Her name remained sullied, and there were people in the pack, and even more so in the elders, who were not ready to absolve her.They wanted her to be put away until everyone was sure that there was nothing to be apprehensive about. Lawrence was trying to resist but it was
The sound of machines in the hospital filled the room where Camilla was, still a bit weak but recuperating.She was connected to an IV and had her wrists bandaged due to the straps that had restrained her to the bed—reminders of the fact, that needless to say, she was still considered a criminal and a patient at the same time.The grey hospital gown had been too oversized for her body. There was no mistaking the patience strength in her eyes, the vividness of life that once inhabited her can only be remembered.But Lawrence transcended. He stood next to her bed with his broad shoulders drooping, bloodshot eyes bearing the evidence of sleepless nights.His hand was just above hers, wanting to hold her hand but scared at the prospect of hurting her more.The vow he made to her was that he would bring her justice and that was one vow he would keep. But being here in this common room, looking at her wasting away from a fictitious story, every single second was a shame that he could not es
The heavy door of the female prison traced a long sound down the dark corridor.Camilla sat on the hard, cold mattress, looking at the wall in search of the clusters in it.She had become used to this solitary confinement, this waiting that went for hours in this agonisingly silent place, to the thinking that after all her efforts, it was Bella’s betrayal that would ruin her.Yet deep down, it was not only fear. There was something else. Lawrence was on the warpath. He had sworn an oath to resolve the matter and extricate her from this predicament.There was no option but to endure. However, the fear about the impending threat that had been increasing over the past few days would not go away, even if Camilla wanted it to.The other female prisoners had started to gossip about something different. They would look at her sometimes with suspicion; now, that look seemed more calculated. The security men, too appeared sharper, more alert. Something was in the offing. She could sense it.As
Bella paced around her hospital room and attempted to bite the urge to panic that was building up in her system.She was in the bathroom of Frank's room thinking of how Lawrence had approached her that morning.Frank, on the other side, was not helping her, as he was clenching his jaw, making it difficult for her to ignore the tension building up in her chest.Things were going south, and the efforts of the lawyer representing Lawrence were making the situation worse every moment.She had thought that she could turn the tables—contain the situation the way she always did. Lawrence’s doggedness in wanting to lick Camilla’s accusation clean even the further it was from her was slowly but surely tearing her apart.The lawyer was a brilliant and unbending executioner who had been pricking her for weeks.Bella had not taken him very seriously, as she thought that he would eventually give up on finding any truth. But she did not expect this level of meticulousness. He was starting to dig up
Lawrence perched himself on the edge of the hospital bed, his fingers playing a drumroll along the cold metallic edge. He was cosy in deep thoughts, yet his brain was tyranny, struck with several thoughts at the same time. The young boy who was his child, was unconscious in the hospital, and so many devices were attached to his tiny form. Every beep, every breath, was painful to hear, breaking the heavy silence in the room, indicating the seriousness of the matter.Moreover, there had been additional problems concerning Frank which even the doctors could not explain. The only plausible explanation had been the poison theory up until that point. At least until the head researcher on Frank's case, Dr Nolan had wanted to speak to him privately.Embarrassingly enough, every sensation caused in him was mixed with tension. The chilling thought of Camilla tortured him. She was in a prison cell, waiting for her turn to be acquitted of the charges of poisoning Frank. It had all been Bella’s tr
At the moment her heels clicked on the ground, and the enormous boughs of metal gates crashed behind her, panic coursed through Camilla. The implacable ambience of the barricade encased her in a thick layer of mist.She heard her footsteps bouncing off the walls in the long stretch that had steel-barred cells on all sides. The other occupant who was being brought in looked at her with a fierce intensity that signalled annoyed, hollow, and accusing silence.The door was opened by the guards and she made to come in. Camilla avoided eye contact with her because she looked like trouble.Hours passed, and she was still hearing them constantly bickering about her poisoning a child.She had to remind herself that this was not true. It was a horrible fiction, one that she found herself accusatory burning into the present time because of Bella's machinations.For having allegedly attempted to poison Bella's child, Camilla had lost her freedom and her self-respect.Now, stuck in the exhausted ex
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