My Mate Sacrificed Me and I Awakened Divine Blood

(Willow's POV)

"Miss Willow, you're pregnant."

"That's impossible! What did you say?" The doctor's words jolted me alert, and I sat upright in shock.

How could this be!

I knew exactly where I stood. I had never been intimate with any man...

Don't tell me sperm can travel through the air.

It wasn't until the doctor handed me the lab report that I dared believe it was true.

"You're three months along and the fetus has already formed. With your body as it is you couldn't survive an induced termination. The only option is to carry it." The doctor stated it flatly, hardened by everything he had witnessed.

I had no memory of how I got home. My body felt as if it no longer belonged to me. When my father found out, he flew into a rage and swept every document in the study onto the floor.

After he pulled every camera recording, he finally believed me.

Because three months ago I truly had been unwell, staying quietly at home, and I hadn't gone anywhere at all!

It wasn't long before the story was everywhere.

Nobody believed my explanation. The people watching the show mocked me and blamed me behind my back.

"Her belly is that big and she still has the nerve to say she hasn't been with a man? Fiera is the one I pity, cheated on before she even married into the family. How will he ever hold his head up once she becomes his mate!"

"With her ordinary family, that plain face, and a body both fat and ugly, she should be grateful she managed to marry into the Peter family. Instead of waiting quietly for the wedding, she pulls a stunt like this and gets pregnant beforehand. That engagement is over, surely? No matter how you look at it, Fiera can't bond himself to a promiscuous woman like that."

By the time Fiera came to my house I was seven months pregnant. My belly was high and walking was terribly hard, and standing up I couldn't see my toes.

He came in and went straight to my room, shoved me down on the bed, stripped off my clothes in a few rough motions, and thrust his penis into my vagina, cursing under his breath.

"You went to all that trouble to get engaged to me. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

He thrust into me, his powerful body sheathed in a suit and radiating masculine heat. He laughed between breaths.

"Isn't this exactly what you've been dying for me to do? Are you satisfied now?"

Faced with his accusation, I only told him to be careful of the baby and let him vent his anger on me.

I forced my eyes open and looked up at the man on top of me.

The most exalted Fiera of the Shadow pack.

To be exact, in the eyes of the public he was single. In fact we were to hold the Blue Moon ceremony in a week.

"You drugged me and climbed into my bed back then, and now you're playing the innocent? A woman like you, if the Moon Goddess hadn't said you were my fated mate, I would not so much as glance at you even if you threw yourself at me!"

I was the unloved adopted daughter of the house, a human raised by a werewolf foster-father and a witch foster-mother, and to have become the fated Luna of an Alpha was a blessing I couldn't have earned across several lifetimes.

However much Fiera humiliated me, I had to take it.

He drew a breath, unable to stand the pain I was trying to hide. "Say something. Have you gone mute? How does a lowly human like you dare drug me?!"

I closed my eyes and didn't explain.

Seven months ago, after a drinking party, we had sex. In Fiera's eyes, I was a schemer who had drugged him and gotten pregnant with his child.

When he smiled, he was breathtaking, with a face that made a person willing to fall even knowing it would end in ruin. The Moon Goddess had also given him a family of the highest rank and a heart as formidable as a weapon: cold, cruel, and utterly unfeeling.

Taking me like this now was his revenge for the fact that I, a human, had become his mate.

I was shaking. I lifted my head and met his eyes, about to explain, only to find them bloodshot.

"You schemed this hard to make me mark you? You stupid human really will do anything to climb the social ladder."

My chin was caught and forced up, and looking at him I lost myself for a moment.

Seeing the restrained adoration on my face, Fiera felt nothing but disgust. It only made him more certain that I had set a trap for him that night. "The Delliers are an old family too. How did they raise something as shameless as you? A lowly human really will stop at nothing!"

My love for him was hard to put into words, and all I had was an explanation that got me nowhere.

"You'd had too much to drink... I got a message, I was worried about you, I couldn't leave you there alone..."

"Don't think I don't know what you're after!"

He gave a hard, cold snort, furious at the thought. "Seven months ago, you took advantage of me while I was drunk and climbed into my bed. Afraid your plan might fail, you drugged me too. Did you think I wouldn't know?"

If words were knives, I would have been cut to pieces long ago.

When I couldn't hold on any longer I made myself look at his face. Every time he turned that anger on me, his features were beautiful enough to sting.

I never told him that I had a secret.

I bore everything he did to me only because he had a face so much like that man's.

That was why I fell in love with Fiera like a moth to a flame.

I was still pinned beneath Fiera as he ravaged me, and I looked up at him stubbornly.

Fiera, even being trampled by you was exactly what I had asked for.

A sudden deep thrust stole my breath. When my moan subsided, I realized that this pain came only when he was beside me.

Through blurred vision, I stared blankly at Fiera's face.

I thought, so two people in this world really can look this much alike.

So I gently wrapped my arms around the beast above me, and the gesture made his body go rigid.

Holding you, but it was his face I longed for...

I laughed with red eyes, looking through Fiera at someone I couldn't name.

He thought I was trying to please him, so he shook me off. "Slut! Are you really that greedy for status?"

I laughed until I cried. "And if I said the one I love is you?"

Fiera's fingers tightened all at once. "Your love disgusts me."

Then he taunted me in return. "Still, since you love me, whatever I do you'll forgive me, won't you, Willow?"

Then he patted my smooth cheek.

I said in a trembling voice, "You've done nothing wrong. I simply loved too much."

He rose with a sneer, glanced at my belly, lost all desire to continue, and turned to leave.

Passing the desk in the bedroom, he saw a diary on it.

He went over and turned a page without thinking.

A few lines ran across the page in delicate yet forceful handwriting.

"...If I could, I wouldn't want to see you only in dreams. Perhaps my not remembering you is a dazzling victory of the gods..."

"What is this stuff?"

Fiera made a sound of disgust and closed the diary carelessly.

After he left, I forced myself upright and struggled to my feet with one hand on my belly. I still longed to go after him and beg him to stay, but he had already vanished at the end of the corridor.

Soon the sound of a sports car engine came from downstairs, like his roar when he vented his fury.

Only when the sound was gone did I go back to the desk and find my diary thrown to one side in a mess.

I opened it nervously. There was a portrait inside, and only when I saw no sign that it had been touched did I let out a breath.

The man in the portrait had exquisite features. He wore a dark gray robe of gold-woven satin, its collar and cuffs covered with strings of pearls and enamel badges, and his eyes were full of tenderness and deep feeling.

If an outsider caught sight of it, they would certainly cry out that the person in the picture looked so much like Fiera.

I looked at the portrait, put it back, and locked the diary in the drawer as a wave of melancholy rose in me.

So it had been three years since I first dreamed of that man...