Chapter 2

“I need an explanation, why did you do it? Why did you decide to hurt me this way?” Odessa questioned.

She impulsively hit his chest, pounding hard on it.

Victor did not do anything, instead, he allowed her to do what she wanted. When he could not take the pounding on his chest anymore, he held her wrist, preventing her from continuing.

She raised her head to look up at him, her eyes were glossy with tears, the ones she was trying to hold back from falling.

“You do not beat a prince that way,” he muttered coldly, as he flung her away.

She moved far away from him as a result of the force at which he used to fling her.

She rubbed the spot on the wrist which he had held tightly, while she looked at him with heartache. Likewise, she could not understand why he changed.

It was not this way, they even had fun last night, but it was an entirely different situation today.

“I need to know, at least, I deserve an explanation from you, is that too much to ask from you?” Odessa's eyes had distress in them, her brows drawn together while she asked for an explanation in a barely audible voice.

“I do not owe you any explanation; it is my choice. I am entitled to choose whoever I want to be my Luna, and you are not fit to be my Luna,” Victor sneered at her.

“But I'm your mate!” She yelled in return. She held her forehead as she paced in front of him.

Not only that, but she wanted to let out all her frustrations, but she could not.

Furthermore, she had no idea why he treated her that way.

“Odessa,” he called with a gentle whisper.

Odessa felt as though she was hearing things. She snapped her head towards him, she did not know if her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she could see the gentleness in her eyes, one which he always showed to her.

“Victor,” she foolishly whispered.

“Odessa,” Victor called out again, but this time, Odessa had an ominous feeling. She sensed that what he was about to say to her was going to break her beyond repair.

“I, Prince Victor, the future king of the Supreme Sky Pack…” He paused as he basked in her expression of heartbreak.

“Do not say what you are about to say,” she pleaded.

She finally realized what he wanted to say. Even her wolf felt it as she panicked.

Meanwhile, Victor was not willing to listen to her cries. Rather, he enjoyed seeing her that way.

“Rejects you, Odessa Nightingale, as my mate,” he finally completed his words, and he breathed out through his lips. Somehow, he felt overjoyed about it.

He felt something snap, and he likened it to the mate bond. He felt at peace after rejecting her. Nevertheless, they had been mates. Therefore, he still felt pain.

But he was the one who rejected her, so it did not affect him a lot. He only rubbed his chest a bit, before getting himself back to normal.

Odessa, on the other hand, had her hands over her ears in a bid to cover her ears from hearing what he had to say. However, that was not enough as she could perfectly hear what he said.

She could feel her heart shattering into pieces which would be difficult to fix. Her wolf groaned in pain.

She fell to her knees, her hands placed on her chest; she gasped for air but everywhere felt suffocating for her. She could not breathe properly as she coughed slightly.

Victor looked at her, and he felt a bit bad for her sake. He wanted to help her up, but he decided against it. He would rather not have anything to do with her.

Odessa looked up, her breathing had already turned shallow. She thought he would help her up, but she was thinking too much. She finally realized that he did not want anything to do with her.

Suddenly, her eyes dazzled, and it looked beautiful due to the presence of unshed tears in her eyes.

Victor noticed how her eyes brightened, and he wondered if she had gone crazy due to rejection. He took a step back, cautiously.

He had always heard of stories of werewolves who went feral after rejection. They could maul anyone they see, and they could not think straight anymore.

He only hoped Odessa had not gone feral as he watched her rise to her feet. He stared at her with caution, moving back at the same time.

Odessa, who had been likened to someone who, had gone feral, had something on her mind.

She suddenly recalled that she had something which might allow him to return to her. She held her stomach as she flashed him a bright smile which caught him off guard.

“I have something to tell you, and I hope this might make you reconsider your decision,” she spoke with confidence. She had that much confidence in what she was about to say.

Victor was about to ignore her, but he shook his head internally. He decided to listen to what she had to say.

“Go on,” he ordered.

“Victor.”

“Your Highness,” he cut her off, correcting her immediately.

She looked at him and took a deep breath before calling out, “Your Highness!”

“I am pleased to announce to you that I am carrying your child, your child is growing in my belly,” Odessa finally announced to him.

“What?” He asked, her words taking him by surprise.

“Please repeat what you said.” He asked as he dug his hands into his ears. He thought that he was hearing things.

Odessa thought he was excited by the news, and therefore, she repeated it once more, but this time, with an excited voice, her lips twitched with excitement.

“I am pregnant with your child, your Highness.” She laid heavy emphasis on the world, 'Highness.'

“That is not possible,” Victor shook his head in denial. He did not want to believe what she said, how could she be pregnant?

“What do you mean by that? We made love two months ago, and this is the result,” Odessa was confused by his reaction.

She had thought he would be excited, he would scream out for joy, but his reaction exceeded her expectations.

“You would have to abort the child, Odessa,” he informed her while he paced about, one of his hands on his weight, while the other was on his forehead. He knew he was in a serious predicament at the moment.

“What? I can't believe you would say something like that; it is also your child,” Odessa stared at him with wide eyes; she was astonished.