INDEPTH WITH TWO RIVALS

CHAPTER 7

It was already two years living with Damian as the Luna of the Shadowfangs pack, and in the process he lost his father. We had a tribute for him and then started to work on our relationship. He called me in to have a conversation with me. I was expecting something else until he brought up an heir to his throne.

“I need to let you know that none of us is growing any younger, as I don't want this thorn to be given away to another family. I want it to stay here,” he said.

“What are you trying to say?” I asked.

“What I'm trying to say is that it's about time you get pregnant and give me an heir to this throne I'm sitting on. We've had s*x several times, but you have refused to get pregnant. What is keeping you waiting?” He asked, his voice blazing with fury. “How am I supposed to know? I don't have anything to do with getting pregnant now; I'm trying to be okay,” I said.

“Then try more, you have to try harder and get pregnant. I need an heir to the throne; please give me one,” he said.

“I actually don't know what has come over you, but you should know that I'm not the cause of the problems you are facing right now, okay? I'm trying to get pregnant. It is not my intention to sound disrespectful, but you should try checking if it's from your manhood,” I said.

Immediately his eyes blazed with fury like a soldier ready to strike. I knew I had touched the tiger in its tale, and now I'm ready to face the consequences. “One more word from you now, and then I will show you what I'm made of. You are so annoying right now. I'm trying to make things right between the two of us and you sir here saying rubbish. Impotent doesn't run in my lineage unless you barren slaves do,” he said. His words hurt me so much, and I left him in his chambers. I knew he was being distracted at the same time, but it was getting out of hand, and someone needs to do something about it before it's out of control. I stood by the window, staring out at the moonlit gardens. Damian's words lingered in my mind, “You're mine, Allison. Only mine.” A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the true extent of his possessiveness. At first, it had been romantic, but now it felt suffocating. “Was this all his plan from the start? Getting me to marry him and now going to treat me like a slave? I don't think so. But his sudden character toward me was getting out of hand, and I couldn't even know how to confront him about it. I think I should try talking to his mother about it. Maybe she could be the one to calm him down for me. But right now I'm so confused about what decision to make,” I muttered to myself.

As I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes seemed different, haunted. I felt trapped, like I was losing myself in Damian's world. Our romance, which had once brought me so much joy, now felt like a cage. I saw someone in the room, and it was Amanda; she was here to visit. “You seemed worried about what happened?” She asked.

“Woe, you are here? I mean, you didn't even send a message across to tell me you were coming so I could get to prepare something for you,” I said.

“That wasn't even necessary, okay? Like I said before, you seemed worried. Would you want to share what the problem is?” She asked.

“This should be a secret concerning my marital life, but you know that I can't keep anything from you,” I said.“Okay, well, if it's something I shouldn't know, it's best if you keep it a secret; I would understand, okay,” she said, nodding her head. “Well, it's about Damian,” I said. “What about him? Like, I mean, he was supposed to even be the person who you would be talking to about your challenges; the way you called him right now, it's seemed that he is the cause of the problems, Amanda said. “Yes, it's him. Since his father passed away, all he has been forcing me to do is get pregnant. He keeps blaming me for all the wrongs in our relationship. I don't even know how to approach him or make him understand that I'm trying to make things better for the both of us, not worsening it for any of us,” I said.

“I understand you, okay, but you shouldn't be the one worrying about fixing the gaps. You should be the one fighting to fix the gaps. You wouldn't have him do anything because he thinks he has every right over you. I know how this thing ends okay, and that is why you should fight in fixing everything he does,” Amanda said. “Yes, you know I'm trying okay. I'm trying all things possible to make everywhere better for us, and you should know that I'm trying. I don't want it to make it feel like I'm just folding my hands and doing nothing. Every time I approached him to talk to him about it, he would make up an excuse of being busy when he is not. I just hope he gets his senses back.

“Just keep pushing the efforts, okay? Ns know that one day all things would be fine and no one would have to get hurt, okay? You just have that in mind, and I'm sure that you would succeed in getting him back,” Amanda said, assuring.

I pushed aside my doubts, telling myself I was just being paranoid. But the seeds of uncertainty had been sown. I wondered if I'd made a mistake by falling for Damian. As I walked back to the room, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was walking into darkness with no escape.