The Queen of the Night

Alone

I sat on the cold and dingy motel bathroom floor, staring at the two lines staring back at me. The loss of my mate weighing heavy in my heart, my mind drifted imagining this situation in a different scenario. Like the ones you see on pregnancy test TV adverts, where the soon to be parents would be so happy and excited and full of love. I wondered what he might say when he saw the test results, would he have been happy? 

I could hear footsteps coming from the bedroom, but now I had repressed my wolf the sound was so faint. The once loud conversations that filled my head were now distant muffles, but I didn’t need super powers to know I was being spoken about- my ears were burning. 

    I honestly didn’t think my life could sink any lower, my mate was dead, my family was dead, my pack hated me- and now I was carrying the heir to the Lycan Throne in my perfectly toned stomach. After I had formed an allegiance with the Vampire Mexican Rebels, for a split second I had felt like I had a purpose. I was going to be able to extract my revenge on the gods and destroy them for good.

    But now, my reason for living had changed, all with those tiny blue lines. If anyone found out about this there would be a bounty on my head, no doubt the Lycans had gone into full fight mode with the death of their king. They probably even blamed me. I blamed me. Since I walked into their lives I caused nothing but trouble and death for these people, if I went back to them now they would probably shun me and call me liar just to get me and my terrible luck as far away from them all as possible. 

    My head was spinning, I couldn’t exactly go into battle now. Maybe I should just disappear, but where would I go? I felt a horrible pang to my heart as I thought of Salvatore and how he would know what to do. A loud knock pulled me from my thoughts abruptly, my decision time was up. 

I pulled myself up from the floor and brushed myself down, determined to not look like the pathetic broken girl I clearly was. I may not be the Queen of the wolves or the Lycans anymore, but I was the queen of pretending. 

  I unlocked the door and heard the room behind it fall silent, I pulled it open and was greeted by Caesar and Dantè staring angrily at each other, did they have an argument? I walked into the cold room with the test in my hand, I lifted it up into the air so that the display was eye level and showed Caesar. He closed his eyes in disappointment and shook his head, definitely not the pregnancy announcement a girl dreams of. 

  “There’s something you should know.” Said Dantè ominously, as Caesar shot him another angry look before finishing

Dantè’s sentence for him. “The Lycan pack are about to enter a civil war for the throne, your mate isn’t dead but he’s as good as. The docs have said he’s going to be in a coma for the rest of life, totally brain damaged.”

I raised my hand up to my mouth in shock as relief started to trickle through me slowly, 

“I need to go to him.” I said instinctively as I made for the door of the motel, but a strong heavily tattooed arm stopped me in my tracks by grabbing hold of my arm tightly. 

   “Axel is alive and I will go to him and be by his side until he wakes up!” I said frantically as I tried to free myself from the iron tight grip threatening to snap my very weak human bones in the blink of an eye. 

  “You can’t go, don’t you get it? As long as he’s alive his brothers have no claim to the throne, but all they have to do is unplug the machine that’s keeping his heart going to stake their claim. If you go there they will rip those children from your stomach before you even set foot in the hospital.” His emerald eyes shone with concern as they bore into mine, willing for me to submit. That’s when I broke, the heavy burdens of been carrying for the last year all came pouring out of me like someone had just broken down a dam. Caesar recoiled and let go of my arm as I collapsed onto the floor in a heaped mess unable to control the hysteria taking control of my body. The lights in the room began to flicker slightly, which made Dantè look uneasy.

  “Despite what you may think you know about the Lycans, they are all still half gods. Their greed and power aligns with them. Above all they thirst for power and greed...” 

I cut him off straight away as rage suddenly coursed through my veins, turning my icy tears to flames in an instant. The lights started to flicker harder as I marched towards him and slapped him firmly across the face, which of course did nothing. I couldn’t just sit back and let him say that about Axel and his family. 

“You know NOTHING about the Lycans, they welcomed me with open arms when I had nobody!” I screamed. 

“You had an entire pack of wolves at your command that you ABANDONED, like some love sick b***h! If you loved the Lycans so much why didn’t you run back to them when you had a chance huh? Why even entertain my deal if your f*****g family are out there waiting for you to come running back?” 

His eyes turned from a soft green into a menacing black like a switch had been flipped, but the worst of it all was the fact that he was right. I had no comeback to his statement because he was right. I didn’t go back because I knew they wouldn’t accept me, I couldn’t go back to my pack because they think I’m not fit to rule in my own right without a king. I had stayed and took the deal because it was my only option, even when I found out I was pregnant I didn’t want to seek the Lycans out to announce the pregnancy to them or the world. 

I stared at him at a total loss of what to say, Caesar started to walk towards me his eyes now back to their normal colour. He got inches from my face as he stared down at me daring me to

challenge him again. “Yeah that’s exactly what I thought, now if you hit me again I will kill you myself do you understand?” He whispered, “Where am I supposed to go?” I croaked out pathetically.

“We made a deal, and I pride myself on keeping my word. So I guess you run with us now mama.”