6.

ESTELLE’S POV

My water closet made a flushing sound as I slid the lid over it. I clenched my stomach, my rib aching for the umpteeth time. This was fifth time I would be vomiting today. Initially I thought it was because of the food I have been stuffing into my body for the past few weeks since I ended my engagement with Mike but looking at it now, I believe it was more than that.

Maybe some illness. Although to be on safer side, I got some pregnancy test stripe to confirm myself and I won't lie, I am scared. Why if it comes out pregnant?

What was I going to do?

Returning into my room, I picked up my cell phone and checked for any messages from the hospital but none came in. Nancy had told me to get some rest when she saw the stress written all over me. I tried to insist but Nancy being the mother hen refused, so here I am, in my apartment.

I would have loved to visit Brielle but she went to visit her fiance’s family so I am left here alone. Checking the time, it was enough to see the result of the stripe. I walked back to the toilet, my nerves wreaking havoc within me.

If I were, I knew who it belonged to. Him.

Swallowing hard, I turned the stripe over and my eyes went wide at the result.

No way!

I was pregnant!

My hands trembled and the stripe slipped, falling into the sink. I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror, realization dawning on me like a bucket of ice water being poured on me.

I was carrying Castiel’s kids. I was carrying the Alpha King’s children. I need to tell him. He needs to know.

Even though he rejected me, I need to tell him about his kids.

There was no way I could keep this news to myself.

Walking back into my room, I packed a few things into my bag, changed into a pair of jeans trousers and some white t-shirt before heading out. I didn't even think of texting Brielle, she would be busy trying to impress her in-laws and I can’t disturb her with my issue right now.

And as for Darius, I don't think I can tell him this. I should but not yet. I need to know Castiel’s response first.

Getting into my car, I ignited the engine and it revved to life. Driving out of the garage, I headed for his pack’s location. It was between two to three hours and throughout my drive, I kept thinking of ways he would react.

Would he accept the child?

Gosh, I didn't know what kind of man Castiel was but with the way he reacted to being mated to me, I don't think I should be positive. But I can always leave space for doubt. Right?

Thankfully, I got to his pack and went straight to the pack house where I believed he should be. A guard stood at the entrance and I inhaled deeply, approaching him.

“Good afternoon,” I greeted and his brows went up. “I am here to see Cas— Hmm, the Alpha King.” I said, glancing around.

“Do you have an appointment with him?” He asked me, his eyes watching me with scrutiny.

“No but I need to see him urgently. I need to tell him something. You can just—”

“Leave.” He cut me off and I went quiet immediately.

Wait, what?

“See, I know you can't understand how urgent the situation is but I need to see Castiel. It is very important!” I begged him.

“If you don't leave now, I will be forced to use force, ma’am. I am aware of ladies like you who always want to use every opportunity possible to get close to the Alpha King. Sorry to burst your bubble, you are not allowed. Leave or else I will—”

“Jacob, what is with the noise?” A voice called out from the corner and I glanced in that direction.

A man stepped out, his eyes moving from Jacob to me then staying on me for the briefest second.

“Royal Beta, this woman was just about to leave.” He said, swallowing hard and glaring daggers at me.

Wait, he was the royal Beta? Then he can get me to speak to Castiel.

“No, I wasn't about to leave. I am here to see Castiel. Since you are his Beta, sure you can lead me to him!” I said, adding some firmness to my voice.

One of his brows arched, his head cocked to the side. “And why should I? The only reason your head is not severed from your neck is because I allow it, human. I do not take orders from human scum, keep that in the back of your half-witted skull.”

Fear gripped me by the throat at the menace dripping from his words and the raw loathing in his gaze.

I exhaled deeply, keeping my stand. “I need to see him, please.” I added.

Something flickered in his eyes and he turned to the guard— Jacob. “I will take it from here. Follow me.” He said without so much as looking at me.

I trailed after him, not having the urge to take in the surrounding. He led me through corners and we finally got to the entrance of a particular office. He stopped and turned around, almost making me bump into him.

“Tell me now. Why are you here?” He questioned, folding his arms.

“I can’t say it. I have to see Castiel first.” I answered.

As if on cue, steps echoed through the hall and stopped short. I twisted my neck to look at the person. My heart jumped to my throat, goosebumps skidding over my skin as I took in the sight of my mate— ex-mate in nothing but gym wear.

My mouth turned watery almost immediately. My gaze moved from his broad chest to his muscular arms. Once again, I was reminded of the sweet sex we had and what sort of man he was in bed.

“What are you doing here?” His question dulled every fantastical thoughts I was having and reality dawned on me.

I was standing here with Castiel, the father of my unborn kids, the mate who rejected me.

“Didn’t I tell you I didn't want to see you anymore?” He gritted out, anger written all over his face as he approached closer.

I blinked, my throat bobbing hard. “I… I... I came here because I needed to—”

“You needed to what? I already told you that I loathe you. I hate your existence.” He cut me off, glaring daggers at me.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes at the blatant disregard and scorn.

I closed my eyes. “I am here to tell you that I am pregnant. With your kids.” I told him. I didn't want to see his reaction.

Nothing came. No words. No sounds.

I opened my eyes and he was still watching me intently. Then, he uttered a scoff. “Pregnant with my kids? That's ironic, don't you think? You think you can come to my pack and tell me how you are carrying bastards for me? What was I thinking? I knew you were never different from the human scums. Cheating, lying and theft is your way of your life!”

“You think I would suddenly jubilate at the fact that you are carrying bastards like the whore that you are? You sleep around and you expect me to accept bastards as my kids?” Each hurtful word he uttered was a punch to my guts and I blinked at the painful impact.

“Castiel, look. I may be human but I am not lying. You can take a look at this.” I extended the stripe to him. “If you want to have a DNA test done, I will allow it but—”

“Never!” He collected the stripe from me and broke it before tamping down on it. “I will never accept bastards from a whore like you! You think you can convince me with a flimsy stripe? I know the likes of you. You are nothing but a mistake. The night we spent together was nothing but a miscalculation I regretted. It should have never happened.” He bit out.

Pain squeezed my heart tight as tears began to stream down my cheeks.

“Castiel, please —”

“Leave now!” He growled angrily. “And never return to this place!” He turned to his Beta who hadn't spoken a word since he came into the scene.

“Lead her out of here. If she refuses, use force.” With that, he walked away, leaving me broken and rejected.

He rejected his own kids. His own seeds.

I didn't wait for his Beta to move, I turned on my own accord and walked away. Men will always be men. What was I thinking? That he would accept the pregnancy as his? How delusional I was.

I will definitely have my revenge, Castiel. I will become so indispensable that he will regret treating me in this manner.