Chapter 1
Sera's POV
The sound of scissors snipping around me wakes me from my slumber. Yet I couldn't move my body. It feels as if I've been hit by a ten-wheeled truck.
"It's almost out, Alpha." A voice reached my ears.
It hurts. Every inch of my body hurts. My head is throbbing. I couldn't open my eyes.
All I could remember, was Theron, my fated mate and future Alpha, had invited me to a picnic before sunset. Just the two of us. I remember grinning so hard the corners of my lips reached my ears. It was the happiest day of my life. I was never allowed to have one before.
He took me for a surprise picnic near the glistening lake, and we sat down. We ate a lot. Of course, I took two portions for my own since I am growing his baby, and soon-to-be heir of the White Flower Pack. Ever since the Alpha, Theron's father, found out I am carrying his grandchild, he slapped me and stripped me from my beta role. I accepted it, knowing my father's punishment would be worse.
Theron was there and defended me, or at least he tried to. He supported me ever since. I am four months through my pregnancy. He promised me everything, promised to protect me and our child from his father, and now the whole pack. They see my son as an abomination.
Although I am beta by title, the pack could not accept that an omega had risen to the position. But I did it out of my own abilities. I trained, and proved myself fit for the position. I'm nothing more but the mutt of the pack, an omega meant for breeding, but I changed that on my own.
Came my 18th birthday just after I claimed the beta title, I discovered Theron was my mate. We've been together 2 years and now I am carrying his son. One more month and soon we will see our baby, and I will hold him in my arms and love him more than anything in the world.
But something feels off.
I can't feel my baby.
I hear scissors snipping somewhere close to me. My body feels numb… cold.
I try opening my eyes when I hear voices.
"It is done, Alpha." A male voice said.
"Good. Now patch her up. She shall not have any signs of this, understood?"
My mind freezes. If I'm not mistaken, that voice should belong to the Alpha. Why is he here? What is happening?
"Y-Yes, Alpha. However…"
"What?" he snarled. The air seems to still and so does my heart when the next words hit my ears.
"She may not be able to bear a child again,"
W…
What?
"That is not my problem. Once I hand her over to that wretched Bloodthirsty Alpha, he won't dare go back on his word. War can be avoided."
"As you wish, Alpha."
I force my eyes open. Gathering my bearings, I am in a white room. Everything here is white it blinds my eyesight for a moment.
I spot the Alpha walking out of the room.
"Baby…" I try to move. I'm still numb but I manage to move my hand to rub over my belly; a habit I started to gain after my belly began growing.
Only, the huge bump wasn't there. It's empty.
"My baby!" An excruciating pain and panic fills me and overrides my numbness. I struggle sitting up, but my eyes were on my flat stomach under a dark green hospital gown.
Then, my heart breaks. My mouth drops open before a loud scream tears out of me. It's as if the whole world shatters around me as I snap my eyes forward. I see a doctor taking notes, sweat running down his face as if he is doing a sin against the Moon goddess.
He keeps his eyes fixed on the notes and tries his best to ignore me, as if he had not just heard me scream in agony and despair.
Tears streamed down my face, and I had no control. My vision blurs, but I look at the doctor. He who ripped my baby off my womb before he had the chance to flourish to grow. How did it come to this?
Theron… How could he cope with this?
This is his father's, the Alpha's doing, I realized. My hands grip the bedsheets, an overwhelming sense of rage mixed with sadness threatening to consume me.
"Where is my baby?" I demand.
The doctor, without looking at me, flips his notepad and starts to scribble again. My heart won't stop throbbing.
"The Alpha ordered me to burn it." He says curtly, and the rage building within me slowly fades as pain, extreme pain, overcomes it.
"N-No…"
This can't be. I clench my teeth so hard it threatens to chatter.
This can't be my reality.
The doctor places down his pen and turns to leave.
"Give me my son!" I cry out, but the sound came out a bare whisper. It seems I have lost all my strength from the blood that's been drained out of me.
He stops, and looks at me.
"I am sorry, but I cannot go against his orders."
I see the faintest trace of sympathy in his eyes, but it disappears quickly.
"Please, just this once… I beg of you…"
His lips purse into thin lines. Without another word, he turns on his heel and disappears through the door.