KING ELIJAH

I woke up with my eyes red and puffy from crying. I sighed as I Fling the blue duvet over my body and got out of bed. The wooden floor felt cold against my bare feet as I sauntered to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I could no longer recognize myself. My green eyes looked lifeless with dark bags underneath them from crying to much. My cheeks were hallowed like I have not eaten for days but they appeared there from the stress I’ve been passing through lately.

The messy bun I put my hair in last night was now loose and a few strands were laying on my forehead.

I licked my dry lips and shook my head adverting my gaze from the mirror. I picked up my toothpaste and brush, laying the paste on it before putting it in my mouth.

After I was done, I pushed the curtain to my bathtub to the side, taking off my clothes and putting them on the floor. I turned on the shower letting the warm water caress my body as I sobbed silently.

My hair is up In a sleek ponytail, but that was the only thing I bother to put effort into. I’m dressed in a pair of white blouse with a blue jeans.

I put on some concealer to cover the dark bags underneath my eyes and forced a fake smile on my lips.

You’re fine I thought to myself. Maybe if I kept on repeating those words I might just believe it.

I got downstairs, to the kitchen and stopped in my tracks when I saw dad sitting at the table. There was this tension hanging in the air. Everyone was silent, this was not my family… What happened?

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He pushed his seat back and got up, dropping the napkin he used to wipe his mouth on the table with much force.

“Charles…” Mom mumbled with a frown as dad walked out of the kitchen, passing me and out of the house.

I forced the tears back in. I am fine.

I sat at my usual spot, putting some food on my plates and eating. Everyone was staring at me… Waiting for me to burst or something but all I did was offer them a smile.

After we were done with our breakfast, Simone drove us to the pack house which was where the pack doctor also was.

When I entered the pack house, everyone was silent as they starred at me, some mumbling among themselves while others snicker.

Mom noticed the uncomfortable look on my face and held my hand pulling me with her.

We both stood outside the door with a sigh that says ‘pack doctor’

“You’ll be fine, Celeste” mom said beside me smoothing my back and I was grateful for having such a wonderful mother.

I nodded, offering her a smile and push the door open. We were welcomed with a smile from the lady who sat behind a desk.

“You must be Celeste?” She asked getting up from her seat and walking towards us.

“Yes,” I said confirming.

“I’m Mrs. Morgan but you can just call me doc like everyone does around here” She muttered with a Chuckle and I smile already comfortable around her.

Mrs. Sampson already book an appointment with me yesterday” She added while offering I and mom a handshake.

See why I am grateful for having such an amazing mother? I totally forgot about booking and appointment but she already did that.

I offered mom a Grateful smile before following the doctor to a different room where she told me to lay down on the bed.

“So you want to do a scan? Know how many months you’re already in?” She asked me.

“Well, Yes… But I also want to know if I am really pregnant” I told her as I cast mom a quick glance to see her frown a little.

“Of course!” Doc said before getting to work.

After an hour of waiting, I finally got the results- and I am pregnant, four weeks pregnant. Was it bad that I started contemplating if I was pregnant after all the lies the king had told me? I was beginning to believe that I might have been a lie-a ploy to make me stay but I guess not.

It felt like I was just hearing the new For the first time after Selena told me abo- Oh my Goddess I totally forgot about the seer. I do hope she’s okay.

“Hey honey, are you okay?” Mom asked me placing her hand on my shoulder when she saw the frown on my face.

I immediately replaced with a grin and nodded. “I’m fine.”

We got out of the pack house and everyone stared at me again and this time I was wondering if they knew about something that I didn’t.

“You!!” Someone screamed from behind me and I and mom turned around to see who got was.

Natasha-the mate stealing bitch was running with full force towards me and I wondered why.

“You killed him” She said when she was about a feet in front of me and slapped me. My head wiped to the side and fuck, the slap fucking stung.

When she said ‘him’ I knew she was referring to Andrew, my dead ex-mate. Was that why everyone kept on glaring at me when I walked into the pack house? No wonder why I felt unwelcomed.

“We were going to have a family!” She screamed at my face, he hand raising high and he claws extending ready to hit my cheeks again but I saw it coming. I jerked backwards, her sharp claw gazing the tip of my nose and cutting the flesh in the process.

I moved a few feet’s backwards from the unstable she-wolf in from of me.

“Natasha stop, you have to calm down” I gritted out with my hands in front of my face in a ‘I surrender way’ but that seems to have the opposite effect on her.

Her body shook and angry and pain as she spoke. “You killed my mate” She said each word slowly while taking a step towards me and I almost scoffed at that also taking a step backwards. Mate? Fuck no.

“I lost my baby because of you” Another step forward, I took one backwards.

“And I’ll make sure you also know how it feels to lose a child” She finished. That made me paused and gulp down the saliva that had gathered in my mouth.

I can’t find her, I don’t want anything to happen to my child so the best option was to run, flee from her.

Her body shook as she started shifting into her dark wolf. I stood there paralyzed as she started running straight for me and when I regained my senses, she had already jumped, ready to attack me- bite my fucking head off but before she could get to me, a loud bang echoed through the air and everyone screamed-including me.

I closed my eyes and put my hands over my ears and after a few seconds, I opened my right eyes to see that laying on the ground, in the pool of her own blood was a naked Natasha.

Her eyes were lifeless and in the middle of her head was a hole. A hole where blood kept on pouring out from.

I screamed-everyone screamed. Some where running for their lives while others trying waking her up but she was dead. You can’t wake a dead person.

I could tell who was behind this. I do not know if I should be thankful for him saving my life or livid for taking a life. But I know that one thing is for sure, if I don’t want to end up dead, I need to leave.

I have to go back to the palace-to Elijah.