3: Tragic turn

Few Weeks After

I sat at the back of the cab, my eyes darting back and forth, my heart drumming in my ears.

I couldn’t believe I was finally running away after everything that had happened.

Lucian wouldn’t let me breathe. Even after the rejection, he still seemed to be everywhere, always looking for every opportunity to remind me that I was nothing. Even though he had rejected me, he still acted like he had control over me.

Such a psychotic wolf. How come I never saw this side of him until now? How did I even let myself fall for his traps? And now, he wants to take away the tiny bit of peace I’ve found.

He held me hostage on several occasions, making me watch him f**k other girls just to get back at me. For what exactly?

He made the whole idea of school worthless and miserable.

After the death of my mum three years ago, I had to leave our pack and go far away, somewhere no one could find me. I had to escape the torture from my stepmother and her daughter.

Even though I was the Alpha’s first daughter, I was still considered worthless because my mum was the chosen mate. When Dad finally met his fated mate after three years of being with mum, with her approval, he married her.

Ever since I came of age, old enough to understand things, Luna Beatrice and her daughter, Kelly, had made life unbearable for Mum and me. And even though Dad wasn’t in support of her actions, she never stopped.

On different occasions, she accused Mum of stealing her mate, even though that was a lie. And when Mum fell sick, I couldn’t deny the fact that Luna Beatrice knew exactly what had happened to her.

She was evil. She always painted herself as the innocent one, and Kelly, my half-sister, was no different.

I scoffed and finally let out a breath when we crossed the border. The air suddenly felt lighter despite my impending situation.

I slowly rubbed my palms over my stomach, silently promising my little one that no matter what, I would always protect him or her.

I still couldn’t believe I was pregnant. I couldn’t stop picturing the circumstances that led to it. I’d just found out two days ago when my stomach began to swell, along with my sudden changes in weight, appetite, and mood.

I was terrified. With Lucian’s psychotic behavior, if he ever found out, though I was sure he already sensed it, I knew he’d make me pay dearly for getting pregnant. The truth was, I didn’t even know if this child was his or the stranger’s from that night at the bar.

And to think that after that night, I never saw the stranger again, was disturbing. I meant it when I said those words to him, but how could I have known I’d end up with a tiny life growing inside me after giving my virginity to my mate and a stranger on the same night?

The car swerved into the street, and through the rearview mirror, I noticed the cab driver glaring at me. Something about his look made me uneasy. Then I realized my hands were still resting on my stomach, so I quickly let go, curling up and composing myself.

The drive was smooth, yet every time he glanced my way, I looked away. Maybe I should ask him why he kept staring, or wait…

I gasped, unsure of what came over me.

“I’ve been driving for more than four hours, and you still haven’t told me where you’re going,” he finally said.

That was when it hit me, I didn’t even know where I was running to.

I couldn’t go back to my pack. Not after everything that had happened. With the circumstances surrounding my escape, I was certain I’d face even crueler punishment. And now that I was pregnant, that was another reason to stay far away.

“Just take me to any nearby bus stop. I think I’ll be okay there,” I replied. He exhaled heavily before focusing back on the road.

My heart hovered with conflicting thoughts as the car sped into the distance. Then, suddenly, a loud roar of a truck filled the air.

I snapped my head up, just in time to see the driver struggling with the steering wheel. My eyes widened as realization struck.

The oncoming truck ahead. The zigzag movement of our cab. The narrow two-lane road, and a speeding car approaching from the opposite lane.

A loud gasp escaped my lips, but before I could react, the deafening crash of metal and shattering steel filled the air. The car spun wildly, flipping over and over, until I lost count. Finally, it came to a stop with a screeching roar, smoke filling my lungs.

The light began to fade from my vision, but I tried to hold on as the thought of my little one crossed my mind. A tear slipped from my eye, mixed with something metallic that trickled from my forehead and blurred my sight.

My whole body felt numb, fading into nothingness. Every memory came flooding back, including that night of rejection, forcing more tears to fall down my cheeks.

“Come help them!” a voice called faintly.

But that didn’t last long in my head before total darkness consumed me.