Chapter 4
1030 Words
Maya pov
Let say I have a plan Claire, after getting a job as a cleaner in that organization, I would want to spend a day in taking care of my child, my pregnancy is growing so fast, I said calmly, arranging my dress into a box since it's weekend, my leg curled up on the mattress with the box closer to me.
My mind always hits up on never finding those men that slept with me, it's something I don't want for myself and my child. How can I even tell the child that I don't know who exactly is his father among the three Lycans? That's a very weird finding.
“Do you know laziness kills?” Claire's voice cut through from behind me, I turned immediately to find her holding three empty packs of chocolate, flipping it in the air like a piece of paper.
“What's that look, Claire? Please don't call me lazy, I know that empty pack of chocolate wasn't supposed to be kept on the couch.” I said, my voice softened, with my apple baby face that looked so stressed.
I could sense that she doesn't want to know or accept that excuse. I sighed heavily, slamming my hand on the scattered clothes that were on the mattress. Her gaze still lingered on my body like a vice.
“Can you stop with the dirtiness and claim neatness as a priority,” she mentioned frowning her face. my lips parted to speak out but within an instant she dashed out of the room with her foot echoing through the hallway, I guess the anger wasn't simmering within, it had eaten her up.
“I'm sorry, Claire,” I screamed out my apology, hoping she would hear it. I finally turned my eyes to the box of untidy clothes. Maya, your life is full of complications, first, you got rejected, secondly, you were slept with by three men, third, you got pregnant and became a dirty b***h, I wonder what's packed next for me, I murmured, shaking my head, with a sense of unease Washing over me.
After a rough morning arranging my room, I was so exhausted that I couldn't move my arms. I laid on my mattress, facing my gaze to the ceiling, my thoughts buzzing back without any evidence of getting me peace. The shame I felt at the moment was gone but what I couldn't feel is the most important thing because I want to feel connected to my child, it's not happening. I hate the fact that I got pregnant by some numerous Lycans that happen to be mated to me.
The moon goddess is insane, mating me to more than two persons is foolish, I twirled to the other side of my bed, restlessly grabbed my hair, a loud and frustrating scream escaped my lips, tears rolling down my eyes. I don't care how possible it is to have three mates but I won't be the girl that's going to live on the same roof with three men.
I sprang out of bed, my legs thudding on the floor with a sound of urgency. Approaching the mirror, I was determined to make it hard for them to find me, i clenched my fist on my dressing chair, pulled it backward, and swiftly sat on it, my reflection in the mirror was scary, with my hair tangle, and eyes reddish with a puffy teary face.
“Maya, you look like a mad woman,” Claire spoke up, I noticed her reflection in the mirror, a smile escaped my lips, as I bent my head, giggling mockingly at myself.
“You can say that again, I advise stop acting weird,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she sluggishly, motioned herself towards me, her hand wrapped around my neck, as she leaned closer to my ear.
“Can't we just make a road map in finding these people?” She asked, her voice laced with seriousness, I ignored her question but she decided to ruin my day by repeating it.
I angrily pulled my drawer open, rummaging my hand in it, just searching for my scissors, finally, I touched it. Scissors?
“What do you need scissors for, Maya?”
“Nothing, you just have to keep quiet and let me do my thing, I can't let three people claim me as their mate, that's insane,” I growled, maneuvering my gaze to her, my eyes blazing with sarcasm, I couldn't apprehend the hate I felt that moment, quickly I stood up, facing her.
“I want to change my look,” I replied,with a slight smirk.
“I want to cut my hair, maybe that will make them not even recognize the girl at the pub,” I stammered, my whole system was shutting down, my anxiety creeping on me.
“What are you talking about, you want to cut your hair?” Claire asked, confusion etched on her face, she tried speaking up but I gestured my hand up quickly.
“Nevermind, Claire, I have made my decision, I want to cut my hair, I need a new look, those crazy Lycans can't have me and I don't want them, that's the truth,” I blurted out, clenching my fist, I couldn't fight back the tears streaming from my eyes, with a shaky tone, I questioned her.
“Claire, tell me, what…what if you were mated to three Lycans, who didn't have pity for you, considering you're one person, has the guts to sleep with you without rumors, finally you're pregnant for them, will you find them? It's simple,” I asked, now leaning on my table, with my arms crossed waiting for her response.
“What are you talking about?” She stuttered out, clutching her gown, I noticed the unease in her voice.
“You can't answer the question right?” I released myself, shrugged my shoulders. “You're dumb and can't answer questions right now, your silence is the answer, Claire.”
“I will never go back to them, even if the find me first, I won't hesitate to reject them.”
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