chapter three

Laila POV

Gasping, I clutched my chest and moved forward step by step, my eyes unwilling to leave the child even for a moment as I felt a fear that once I did, that child would disappear. Soon, I reached the bed and as if in a trance, I reached out my hand to carry the baby but froze in my tracks when a shrill voice echoed in the room.

“Ahhhh!!! My baby. You killed my baby.”

Before I could comprehend what was happening, I suddenly found myself flung asides harshly. Unable to bring my brain to work normally, I stumbled and then hit the wall with a hard thump. Pain shot through my head and I vaguely felt like I was bleeding as my vision blurred for a split second.

Groaning, I clamped my eyes shut and then shook my head and then once I was able to open my eyes, I raised my eyes to see that in the room was now a sobbing Fiona who was clutching the baby and then there was Damien. Seeing his grey eyes locked on me, my heart skipped a beat but it was not from love or anything like that.

Instead, it was from fear and a terror unlike anything I had ever felt before as now, Damien was looking at me with fire, hatred and a crazy desire to kill in his eyes.

What the hell was happening?

“Ahhhhh! You killed my baby. Why did you kill my baby?” Fiona wailed as she rushed up to me, the dead child in her hands and began shaking me back and forth.

I allowed her to as I was still quite confused.

What the hell did she mean I killed her baby? I just entered the room.

“I didn’t….” Just when I was about to explain, Fiona shoved the child in my hand and then cut in with her hystrical wails.

“I know that the child is yours and you feel resentful about how I and Damien colluded to decieve you but to kill a baby just because of that? How could you as a mother kill your own flesh and blood? How could you?” with each word she spoke, she kept shaking me back and forth whilst sobbing but I didn’t pay attention to that.

My mind had all but blanked out as I stared straight at Fiona unmoving. Slowly, I looked down at the baby in my hand, a shrill noise ringing in my ears.

I finally saw what I couldn’t in my haste.

Sure, the baby looked like Damien but its eyes as well as its heart shaped lips, were almost identical to mine. He even had a mole right in the middle of his forehead just like I did.

I suddenly hissed in pain and clutched my head as a flood of memories surged into my head. Everything I was previously confused about clicked into place and I finally understood.

A tear slid down my cheek and I raised a trembling hand slowly to caress the baby’s now cold face.

My baby. This was my baby.

The same baby I had carried in my womb for months. The same baby that had kept me sane and comforted whilst Fiona tortured me everyday in that cellar.

I remembered that everytime the people assigned to beat me came, I would always cover my stomach so my little one would be safe. I prayed desperately to the moon goddess to let Damien find me so at least my child would be saved. I didn’t care back then if I had to die in the process. Even when I was drugged and forced to be cut open, I had forced myself to stay awake because I wanted to see my child.

It wasn’t Fiona who forced me awake, it was I who had bit my tongue and stayed up while I was cut open just so I would see my child at least once.

Now, my little jewel was laying in my arms without so much as a breath.

Tears fell silently from my face as I raised my trembling hand to the shawl around my child, pulling it to cover him very well.

He must be cold. I have to cover him.

“You bitch!” An angry roar echoed in the room and that made me flinch as I recognized it to be Damien.

I looked up at him slowly only to see that he was currently looking back at me with murder in his eyes, his veins bulging on the side of his face.

That’s right. How could I forget? It was all him.

The memory from what happened after my baby was born popped into my head.

Fiona had said something to me back then when I instinctively called out to Damien. “What a pitiful bitch. Here you are waiting for your knight in shining armor to come save you even on your death bed. Sadly for you, that is just a pipe dream because Alpha Damien himself was the one who confined you to this place. Just because he needed an heir and he could bear it with anyone but his mate, he and I searched for you and then married you because he saw that you would never agree to being a surrogate. For years, I waited patiently while he tried to get you to produce an heir and then you finally did.”

I had stared at her back then in disbelief and she scoffed as she said. “It’s your business if you don’t believe. Anyone with a bit of a brain would realize it immediately or have you forgotten that you ended up here as soon as you told Damien that you were pregnant?”

“Well. You’ll die anyways so be sure to know that Damien and this little bastard is now mine.”

After that, I had fallen unconcious whilst dreading what would happen to my baby as well as praying that Fiona was lying.

Now, looking into those eyes which I loved and still hope to love, I asked. “You knew that the baby was mine?”