CHAPTER 6: REJECTED BITCH

Edeline

I couldn’t shake off the guilt that was eating at me. The thought of the baby—so tiny and innocent—caught in all this mess was really getting to me. What was going to happen if things didn’t work out? It weighed heavily on my mind, mixing with my own pain and confusion.

“Percival... What’s going to happen when the baby arrives?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He didn’t have a clear answer. The way he breathed out warmed my skin, making it tingle. The sunlight filtering through the leaves made his eyes look even more tired and lost. He seemed so young and worn out at that moment.

“She’ll have to take care of the baby while he’s little. I haven’t figured everything out yet, but it seems like the right thing to do,” he said, sounding defeated as he ran his hand through his tousled hair.

“Where?” I asked. 

“I’m not sure. But I have to stay here because I’m going to be the next Alpha. She’ll never be my Luna. Since she’s her dad’s only child, our baby would inherit his land. I’ll let that happen. He doesn’t have any other sons or daughters. Since I’m an Alpha, the child will be a boy. I’ve thought about it. By age 10, the baby should be ready to live with Tatiana at the Celestial Moon pack and go through their tough training. During the summers, he’ll stay with me. That’s what should happen. She might find her true love one day, and she’ll understand what she’s going through. I know it hurts you that my first child isn’t yours. It hurts me too. But you’re my mate, my gift. I can’t ignore that.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I could tell he was making me his backup plan. Did he really think I’d wait for his plans to come together? I needed to live my own life too. 

“I’m not even going to ask you to wait for me because it’s not fair, but I’m telling you I won’t mark her. She’s not going to be my mate. At least you know that. I don’t know what could ever happen between us.”

I sniffled as tears started to form in my eyes. We wouldn’t know what would happen if she miscarried or if the baby would live or die. I knew he cared about me. He wanted me to be his mate as much as I wanted him, but neither of us would let it happen. He respected me, and I was grateful for that.

His hand covered mine, and the warmth from it spread through my body.

I want him to be mine.

The smell of gardenias filled the air and made him stop in his tracks. Then, I heard a muffled sob.

Before we could turn around, Tatiana stood there, tall and imposing, one hand over her mouth and the other resting on her flat belly. Tears streamed down her face.

She looked at him helplessly and then at me, as if I was taking something from her.

"Tatiana... I’m..." He was at a loss for words.

The tall, slender woman was standing about twenty feet away from me. Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled, and her makeup was harsh on her pretty face, with black streaks from her mascara.

Her brown eyes darted between Percival and me, but I didn’t feel bad for her. Who doesn’t know that her heat is coming? I feel like she is hiding something.

I didn’t like her at all.

She begged my mate to mark her because she knew I was his. She had moved into my place first.

Tatiana was shaking, her hand falling away from her mouth. She rubbed her eyes hard to get rid of the tears.

"Percival, don’t you want to mark me?? I’m the one carrying your child!" She gestured wildly toward me. "Her? Why her? She’s just a damn child!" The sadness in her voice showed that her heart was breaking.

Now I get it—he gave her his food out of kindness.

But unfortunately, I’m the one he wanted.

Percival bowed his head. "She’s my mate, Tatiana. My real mate. You’re just carrying my baby. It was a mistake that happened one night and could have been avoided—" The last part was cut off, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously at her. What he said was meant to hurt. I could tell it was supposed to stab her right in the heart. He clenched his teeth when she talked about me, and now he was paying her back.

She took a few steps forward and glared at me. I watched with interest. This was my spot. I didn’t feel like I belonged here, but I didn’t think her heart was really broken—it was just her pride. Even wolves don’t fall in love after just one night. That wolf longs for their mate who’s out there in the world.

"You’d choose her over me and your baby?!" She asked, leaving it open whether he would mark me over the mother of his baby. Her voice shook with a low growl from her chest.

Percival’s fiery gaze was too much for her to handle, and he let out a growl that silenced her. It was clear she was jealous.

"Tatiana, stand down. This pack isn’t yours. You don’t have any rank here. Don’t even think about attacking anyone, not like this! If you try, you’ll be killed immediately. Edeline’s wolf won’t tolerate it," he growled. I bowed my head at the sound of his growl. That’s the power of an alpha growl.

As he stood up, he kept going. His hard glare made her take a few cautious steps back.

"You and I both know there’s a 50% chance you’ll miscarry or have a stillborn baby!" He said, his voice sharp. "Now that I have a mate here, the chance is even smaller! You have a mate out there somewhere; you just haven’t found him yet. People like us don’t always connect well with the moon." His words hurt her deeply, but for me...

No matter how harsh it sounded, it gave me hope. If the pregnancy didn’t work out, we could be together. She would be out of our lives for good. I’d have to trust him, though. So far, he's been honest with me. If she wasn’t around, would I be with him? I wasn’t sure.

Her gaze turned icy. "We’ll see what my father thinks about that." She turned on her heel with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Percival’s anger gave me a rush of excitement. My wolf purred with satisfaction at how strong her mate was. My wolf even planned to go after Tatiana herself.

He gave me a quick, apologetic glance. "Edeline, I’m sorry. Now, you are fully aware of everything… Please, think about what I said." I didn’t respond. I stayed silent, just listening and absorbing everything he said.

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, then took off, leaping into the air as he shifted. His big wolf howled and chased after Tatiana, proving a point. My excitement shifted as I watched him move so quickly.

Whether he is still in the womb or out in the world, he would make sure she knew her place. If the baby survived, it wouldn’t mind a bit of roughness. But despite everything, I found myself hoping for things to work out our way, even if it made me seem heartless. My thoughts extended even to the baby’s life. I was being too hard on myself. I was hurting, and I wanted what I wanted. She wouldn’t take my place. She couldn’t take my place. Yet, I knew I couldn’t stay with him if he had that baby. It would be too much. I’d have to move on, even though it would destroy me.

Am I truly Percival’s mate, destined to be the next Luna? Or am I just a rejected she-wolf, or something else entirely that I haven’t figured out yet? Despite the pain I’m in, I know I need to find out who I am and stop waiting for him. But the wolf within me will always choose her mate, and right now, my wolf is urging me to get rid of Tatiana. 

Should I?