Calyxia is Carrying His Child

~Ivy's POV~

The door to Nyro's room flung open and he walked out, his stride sharp and defined. Calyxia walked out after him wearing nothing but chemise nightwear.

Nyro looked from my ashen expression to the shards of glass scattered across the floor.

My expression must have told him before he asked—I'd overheard them.

What I didn't expect was the sting of a slap across my cheeks that sent me jolting backwards. I slipped on the spilled water and landed on the ground with a loud thud.

The snap of a bone sent pain jolting up my ankle.

“You bitch!” Nyro spat. “Eavesdropping on our conversation like a common harlot.”

Harlot?

What irony… The only harlot here was Calyxia.

My hands grazed my cheeks, which I was sure were red and swollen now. 

“Ivy, come on now,” Calyxia said slyly. “You should know better than to listen in on our conversation. You're not a child.”

Child…

“She's pregnant, Nyro?” I asked, my voice laced with bitterness. “Calyxia is pregnant with your child?”

Calyxia smiled, satisfied that I'd heard them.

“No, she's not.” Nyro lied, his eyes darting back and forth. “I mean she is, but it's not my child.”

Oh, he must take me for a fool!

All these years, he cheated on me thinking I was oblivious and now, he was lying to my face. He killed my twins because he knew that Calyxia was pregnant with his child.

I laughed bitterly, facing Calyxia. “So, who then are you pregnant for?”

“Excuse you?” She eyed me vilely.

“You have neither a mate nor a boyfriend so who is responsible for that bastard you are carrying in your womb?”

The second slap nearly blinded me. My eyes watered instantly, blurring my vision.

“Watch your mouth, woman!” Nyro's voice echoed through the hallway.

I painstakingly got up from the floor, ignoring the intense pain. “Your reaction has told me all I need to know.”

The last sight I saw before I walked back to my room was the glee in Calyxia's eyes, and the fury in Nyro's.

This was the same thing she did in my father's house, pretending to be the white lotus figure all while being a snake that controlled men against me.

I despised them both.

I was almost asleep when the door to my room flung open.

It was Nyro.

In his right hand was a tray of food and in his left a shopping bag.

He walked up to my bed and wiped away my already dried tears. 

I shrank away from his embrace.

What once felt like solace was now torture—being in his arms. 

“Come on, Ivy.” He whispered in my ear. “You know I hate to see you cry.”

“Really?” I uttered coldly.

“Yes, you're still my mate you know, regardless of whatever is happening.” He placed the tray on my lap. “I asked the chef to specially prepare this for you. Your favourites.”

I stared at the tray in disgust. Pasta and Lobster, Seafood boil, sardines…

All the things I was allergic to. 

“I need to ask a favor from you.” He said, finally. 

I kept quiet.

“Tonight is a full moon. The council and other pack leaders are coming here to the Blackfyre pack. It's our turn to host them. You have to come.”

“Nyro?” 

“Hm?”

“I'm allergic to seafood.” 

“Oh,” he colored crimson. “I thought you said they were your favorites. I must have forgotten.”

I chuckled humorlessly.

“So that's a yes?” He asked, enthusiastically mistaking my laughter for genuine glee.

“That's a no.”

I watched the laughter fade from his face instantly. He loved it when I was agreeable, submissive and when I wasn't… he turned to a beast.

“Why?”

“I lost my children, Nyro.” I tried in vain to keep my voice level. “Let me mourn.”

“And have the guests say what?” He thundered. “That we're fighting? Divided? Not at peace?”

“It's the truth, isn't it?”

Another slap.

The third time today.

Only now it was accompanied by his hand on my throat.

I gasped for air.

“You will be there, you hear me, Ivy?” He tightened his grip. “You will wear a pretty dress, and lipstick. You will smile at our guests!”

I was suffocating. I nodded rapidly. “Yes. Yes. I'll wear lipstick.”

Another slap. A shove.

And I was released. 

My head slammed into the wood at the head of the bed.

He walked away, throwing the dress on my bed.

I noticed the trickle of blood flowing from a gash on my head… 

Tears flowed from my eyes.

Nyro never used to be like this.

He loved me once. A long time ago when we were children.

One day, when I was eleven, my father took me to the Blackfyre pack for a ball. He was an elder in our pack, Frostmere.

Then, as the night advanced, I saw this dashingly handsome boy. He was tall with curly black hair. He looked like he was crafted by one of the gods.

He was staring. At me.

At me?

His eyes never left mine the entire time.

The night was almost ending when he finally summoned the courage to approach me.

He told me I was beautiful.

We spoke, we laughed, we told stories to each other.

He took me round the castle, the rose garden, and the water fountain. We kissed there. My first kiss.

It was almost time to leave when he held my hand. There, under the full moon, we made a promise to each other.

Even though I wasn't an Alpha's daughter but a mere omega, he promised me that if we both clocked nineteen and yet, didn't find our mate, we'd be together.

And I was whisked away, by my father. He'd overheard us, he scolded me. “Only daughters of nobles get mated to Alpha's.”

Father told me I'll never see him again, and that was when I realized I hadn't even gotten his name.

So after Calyxia married my father, I ran to the Blackfyre pack to see my long-lost lover.

There, I was told he had an accident. He had lost all his memory… to amnesia.

But I never lost hope, so I remained in Blackfyre. Until one day, he told me that he remembered everything. We kissed.

He made me sign a mating contract.

And that was the beginning of my nightmare.

With a bitter laugh, I ran warm water over the gash on my head.

I brought out the dress Nyro had thrown on the bed. It was yellow.

I hated yellow.

But I had no choice but to wear it. I wondered what tonight held for me.