Chapter 5 – Murderous

Ame POV

I was feeling murderous….I want to kill her….

Not only is she the responsible one for the death of my child, but she has told Calian…my

husband, a lie.

Trying to turn him against me.

My hands grip tightly onto the pack house front door, turning the brass doorknob…the door

opening with ease. Since my miscarriage I haven’t been alone with her, I haven’t seen her eyes

as she dares to deny what she has done to me.

She was the one that went out of her way to join me on the stage, she was the one that…I so

clearly recall, forced me off at that great height.

She has been avoiding me, hiding behind Calian. Not any longer…

I take a step into the pack house, the building quiet as I find myself alone….my anger far from

sedated. If anything, it is replaced with irritation to find her not here.

I turn to search for her outside when I hear the soft breathing sounds of a baby, safely tucked

into his moses basket positioned by the couch.

She isn’t even with her child; she doesn’t even deserve to have this baby…not when she robbed

me of mine. The hatred burns so fiercely inside of me that I have crossed the small living area,

my hand resting on the side of the moses basket….I want her to hurt like me, feel the pain I

feel….

A soft cry escapes from the baby, as he kicks off his blue blanket… his whimpering starting to

turn more desperate as the coldness of the room spreads onto him.

It’s not fair that he gets to live and my child didn’t. What makes him so special that he gets to

breathe, gets to feel Calian’s hands, gets to be his son….

As I stare down at the baby, I of all people can’t deny that there is something cute about him, my

anger starting to calm for the first time in days. I place the blanket back on the child, ensuring

his toes were tucked in. My own soul for this short moment is no longer in pain, something

about this child has captivated me.

It is short lived as I remind myself that he is the son of the woman that has destroyed my life.

“What are you doing?” Calian growls out, standing in the pack house doorway, as another figure

aggressively pushes past me.

“You were going to hurt him…” Dessa unnecessarily panics, taking her baby out of the moses

basket, placing him to her chest and stepping backwards.

“What, no of course not.” I argue back at her accusation, defending myself but the baby was

now severely crying, and she has turned her focus back on him, trying to soothe his tears.

“Your hand was on him.”

“I was just…his blanket had fallen off…” That anger I had felt before touching the child, that

hatred starts to rise again…a growl emitting from me as I glare back at her.

“Ame?” Calian seethes out my name…no he can’t be believing her, why can’t he see through her

lies.

“She was going to harm our child.” Dessa screams out fearfully.

“What?” This is ridiculous, I had no intentions of harming the child.

“You lost yours; you can’t bear it that mine survived….you wanted to kill mine as well.” Her eyes

are wide with a feigned fear.

Surely, he wouldn’t buy this.

“Surely you must see that coming here was a wrong choice on your part…” Calian takes a step

towards me, his hand reaching out to place on top of my shoulder, but it lands mid-air as she

calls out to him.

“He won’t stop crying, something is wrong.” Dessa all but shoves the baby into Calian’s arms,

his eyes travelling downwards to the crying child that he now cradles in his chest.

“I’ll deal with you later.” His eyes refuse to look up at me; his stern words very much are aimed

at me.

He refuses to believe me, throwing away all that we have built together for her. I refuse to defend

myself anymore, why can’t he see how ludicrous her claims her…

“I’ll take him to the doctor.” He calls out over his shoulder to Dessa, as he steps through the

front door protectively carrying his son in his arms.

I’m left devasted as he once again takes her word over mine. I hated her, but I never would have

brought harm to the child….but the look in his eyes, the accusatory glare…he blames me, he

thinks I am responsible for this.

“Poor Luna, without a child…how long do you think you can remain by his side?” She strides

past me, a mocking tone to her voice as she follows Calian, only to stop by the front door.

“You killed my child, Calian will find out….I’ll make sure of it.”

“Delusional with grief.” She tilts her head to the side, her lips pouting out as she maintains that

mocking stance.

“You think you can get away with framing me? I won’t rest until I have evidence to prove what

you have done to me.” I glare back at her, my eyes trying to kill her with their stare.

“Do you know why your child didn’t survive?” She laughs brazenly.

“He never wanted your child, he only wanted a child from me, his fated mate. ” She continues

with a sinister grin.

“What do you mean?”

“Calian never wanted your child, he only wanted my child…the child of his fated mate. The child

blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. My child is destined to be the Alpha, not your child.” She

steps through the front door, her shoulders pulled back, and her head held high before turning, a

hateful look upon her face.

“Calian personally ensured your child didn’t survive.” She declares before heading out the door,

chasing after her fated mate and child.

So, he went to her first….he saved her first, while I was left bleeding on the cold grass, watching

our child die.

My fingers curl inwards into my palm, clenching hard cutting through skin.