chapter four

Laila’s POV

Hearing my question, he paused for a moment clearly taken aback but it didn’t last long as he was soon glaring at me with hatred yet again.

He scoffed and then scowled, his grey eyes spewing fire. “With what right should I answer your questions? Who exactly do you think you are, bitch?” He said, his voice rising as he inched towards me step by step. I should have been shivering under his gaze as he looked the scariest he had ever been but hearing his words, all I could do was stare blankly at him.

“And to think I ever felt guilty for such a worthless thing like you? I even planned to compensate you but you didn't know your place and instead dared to touch my heir? You deserve to die for what you have done.” With that, he closed the distance between us and then wrapped his hand around my throat before lifting me up to my feet.

I hung there whilst clutching my child to my chest like a weightless doll as he stared up at me with killing intent.

I was not foolish. Although he didn't outright say it, even the dullest of fools could understand the meaning of his words. So what Fiona said was true? So everything was done by him? All my suffering, my marriage, and everything was orchestrated by him? And now, my little bundle was dead just because of him? Yes it was Fiona's doing but it was all because of him at the end of the day.

With that, the little flame of hope I had kept in my heart extinguished and my heart became shrouded in darkness. I could almost hear my heard crack and then crumble loudly to my feet.

All the light faded from my eyes as I stared blankly at the man who was once the light in my life.

My saviour and love.

Before I knew it, a lone tear slid down my cheeks but that was all. It seemed like all the tears I could have cried had dried up and vanished with my heart.

“Listen to me. Since you feel so vengful because of losing your position, I will do you the honors and strip it from you formally. I, Alpha Damien King, reject you Laila Reed, omega and orphan under the witness of the moon goddess. I also strip you of your Luna position and from now on, you're nothing but a slave. You'll die but only as the lowliest of wolves.” Damien suddenly declared and I felt an almost blinding pain in my chest. I groaned and but my lips as beads of sweat coated my head.

After a while, the pain faded away and I was left feeling hollow and empty inside. After that, the hand on my neck began squeezing and I felt my air being cut off.

Despite everything, I still kept holding on to the child in my hand. It was the only thing keeping me from losing my mind totally.

“Don't stain your hands with her filthy blood, my love. Let the guards come and take care of her.” Fiona piped up

“You're right.” With that, Damien suddenly tossed me hard on the ground hard and I immediately drew the child in my hands to my chest protecting it.

Dizziness and pain assaulted me and I could feel stick liquid I identified to be blood flowing continuously from my head.

“What's the use of the act? Do you think acting like you care for the child now would absolve your sins of killing it? Or do you think that once you pretend to be caring I would take pity on you?” Damien said whilst sneering down at me. “What exactly do you take me for? A fool?”

I didn't reply him neither did I look in his direction, instead I stared ahead my mind blank.

“Where are the guards? Someone should come and take that child from her. She doesn't deserve to keep holding it.”

Hearing that my baby would be snatched from me, alarm bells rang in my head and my previously clouded mind cleared up.

I shot up despite the pain in my body as well as the dizziness and then I glared at Damien who was on his way out of the room probably to call the guards with caution while craddling my child.

There was no way I would allow them touch my baby.

Never.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Fiona smirking smugly at me.

My mind moved fast and then with speed, I pushed myself to my feet and then ran with all my might towards Fiona's direction.

Her eyes widened and she tried to step back but it was too late.

I rammed into her hard sending her flying and then she hit the bed frame hard hissing.

“How dare you?” Damien roared from behind me and then I found myself being flung away. Thankfully this was in my plan as he had tossed me near the door.

Damien went to check up on Fiona and then with my heart pounding in my chest as well as with a blurred vision, I staggered to my feet and then rushed out of the room.

I didn't wait as I ran down the hall and then towards the entrance.

All I could think about was that I needed to leave as soon as possible. I needed to take my baby away from here.

Soon, I spotted the entrance and I charged for it but before my leg could cross it, a hand claimed around my hair and pulled, tanking back into the house.

I screamed in pain but I didn't raise my hand to remove the hand because that would mean to drop my child which was something I could never do.

I turned only to meet those perverse Hazel colored eyes I had grown familiar with during my months of captivity.

It was Donovan again.

Fuck.