PRICILLA
“Luna?”
The doctor’s voice trailed off as I clutched my stomach in pain, my eyes filled with tears. Myron knows that I've always wanted a baby to call my own, but he cared less about it, he would often tell me not to worry about having a baby yet.
Then when he started seeing Elena we barely had sex, the few times we did was when I force myself on him hoping that one day I would carry his child. Maybe if we had one, he would look at me with love again.
But then he didn't care, he gave an order to kill my child and deprived me of the joy of becoming a mother. Now I understand why he didn't want one even when I pushed for it. Rage filled my heart and I was afraid to give in to the pain because I felt it would break me and I couldn't afford to be any more devastated than I am now.
“Luna, can you hear me?” the doctor’s voice pulled me back to reality.
“That hell bound bastard!” I hissed.
I ripped off the IV that was in my hand and headed out of the ward, my hand bleeding.
“Luna, listen to me, you've lost so much blood. Please come back,” the doctor pleaded, running after me.
“Where is the damned bastard and his whore?” I asked the doctor in a grave tone.
He ignored me, "Luna, please--"
The dead stare I gave him made him pull back off as he pointed to the door opposite, I pushed the door open and pranced into the room to see Myron all lovey lovey with Elena.
“You bloodthirsty monster!” I shrieked.
Before he could speak, I gave him two deafening slap across his face. He was too stunned to say a word and only stared at me.
“That’s for murdering my unborn child!” I yelled at him.
“What's going on, Alpha?” Elena’s voice sounded and it infuriated me.
“You lowlife, this is all your fault!” I screamed, trying to touch her.
But Myron stood protectively over her and pushed me away. I fell to the ground, my stomach hurting as blood trickled down my thighs.
“I hate you!” I screamed at him, tears running down my cheeks.
"You're despicable! I'll not forgive you and your whore for doing this to me."
“Go back to your room, Pricilla, and get cleaned up,” he replied coldly. I could feel the pangs.
“How could you stand there looking okay when you've just killed our child? My child, Myron?” I asked, crying.
“You were the only available donor. Should I have let Elena die instead?” he queried.
“So you decided to sacrifice the life of our child for your whore,” I snapped.
“Don’t talk about Elena that way! Besides, it was just an embryo yet to be formed,” he snapped, “And besides someone like you is not fit to be a mother!”
His words struck me like a thunderbolt and I flinched.
“Come on, Myron, Pricilla is hurting and it’s my fault,” Elena said to Myron who was still standing defensively above her.
I left the room dazed, his cruel words reverberating in my ears.
“I'll make the both of you regret this!” I said to them.
I returned to my room and got cleaned up and treated. Occasionally, my mind would drift into space and tears would flow freely from my eyes even when I tried to hold it back.
I was discharged from the hospital the next day. When I arrived home, Myron wasn't yet back, so I quickly packed my bags, picked up the document that arrived for me in the mail as I completed my packing.
I gave one last look at the document, and I nodded. There was no going back now because in my hands was the divorce papers, I signed on it and left the document on the bed.
Alpha Myron has proven to me in more ways than one that he cared more about Elena than me. There was no coming back from this, not after what he did to me and...
A sob broke out from my throat as I couldn't even bear to say the words. I grabbed my suitcase and left the house.
I got to the airport and checked in. As I waited for my flight to start boarding my phone rang, it was Myron. Reluctantly, I picked up the call.
“What is this nonsense that I'm seeing here, Pricilla? And where the hell are you?” I could tell he was infuriated.
I scoffed, “Sign the divorce papers, Myron. We are done.”
There was a small pause at the end of the phone before his voice sounded again.
“You don't mean that, besides you have nowhere to go. You were rejected by your parents and you're still my Luna. I've been taking care of you all these years. Come back home at once and stop this madness!”
“We'll see about that, Myron,” I replied more calm than ever.
“Pricilla...”
I hung up the phone, placed it on the floor and smashed it. Just then my flight started boarding, I stood up and with a heavy heart, I boarded the flight.
"Well-done, Pricilla," my wolf, Thell said. I could tell how uplifted she felt.
"Let's survive together." I whispered to her.
It’s been six years since I left home. Now, I'm prepared to return home and do everything my parents had wanted me to do before.
I will make those monsters pay for ruining my life and killing my baby!
