5: Stench Of Bloody Betrayal
1023 Words
Liora’s POV
On his coronation day, he kills his heir.
The midwife inserts one more pill into my body, pushing through with her hand aggressively. I’m wide awake, without anesthesia to my rescue. It's been a few hours since the first pill went in and she keeps her frown like she can't stand me.
When her hand pulls out, something pumps with full force, washing through my body. It's warm and scarily much.
“Tampon!”
She screams at a health assistant and hurriedly grabs something from the sterile tray. Another gush of blood has me jerking. I'm restrained to the small-sized hospital bed, not like I have the strength to fight my fate anymore.
They murmur and rally around me.
I try to get what they're saying but it's too faint. When the midwife pulls out the tampon and slips in another, I know exactly why they have the scary face on.
I'm bleeding… badly too.
It leaves me weak at my knees. My body is drained of the last drop of strength. I jolt upward from the pain that jabs through my abdomen; raw and prolonged.
The only thing I can murmur in my head is how much I hate my life.
‘And heck, I hate Octopus!’
It's a few hours left for the ceremony to begin, I wish the blood of our cub taunted him. Terribly weak, I collapse back in bed, hands wide open in surrender, breath slowly fading away. The small room spins in a blurry circle, and so does my consciousness until it eventually gives up on me.
…
The inaudible murmuring in the room makes my eyes blink open. It's first unstable until it remains static. I slowly sweep the room, taking in every detail. I'm still in the hospital, only that I’m not restrained.
There’s a drip stand with an IV fluid connected to my body. Even though I’m still weak, I still feel energized. Rolling my eyes sideways, I meet the angry stares of the midwife.
My heart skips.
She looks dramatic, cap pivoted towards the sky. “Now that you’ve wasted the hospital’s resources, who gets to pay?”
Not in the mood, I sigh and attempt to stand up. Oddly, she jacks me back to the bed, pinning down my shoulder.
Elise stirs within, feral, a broken wolf.
“The young alpha sent you down here…”
“Good thing you still have memory.” I groan. My cold gaze matches hers in a stare-down battle. “So, bill it to the pack house. It's their place anyway.”
She breaks the stare and shakes her head in a dramatic laugh. “We both know that thing was a bastard. The young alpha saved you the shame from sheer benevolence.”
I press my eyes shut. One more word and I’ll rip her face open. I just lost a child, I'm wild with pain and I don't give a hoot.
“His act of kindness. You don't get to call it quits.” I push her off, causing her to stagger backward, hitting the drip stand.
The movement causes the tube in my vein to shift, adding fresh pain to the pile. Without a care, I rip it off, and walk out, with blood dripping down my wrist. I feel the cold eyes of the midwife on me in a shocking gaze as I disappear. They’ve never seen the girl with orange hair rebellious.
Out of the hospital, I don't immediately go to the mansion. I'm still grieving the loss of my baby, so is Elise her cub. I venture down to the woods and collapse beside a pine tree, broken in tears.
‘Let me tend to you, Liora.’ Elise mumbles in my head.
Slowly, I feel my bones shift. I don't fight it.
My dress, which is one of the few I have, rips apart from the shifting. Elise pops out, her Auburn hair shiny under the fading sunlight. I lie limp. My sandpaper tongue starts by licking off the blood on my wrist, letting nature act on the wolf’s element as it fosters healing. Legs apart, I swipe down to lick off the blood streaming down my thighs.
I don't know how long I spend wiping my fur clean, but the soft music streaming from beyond is all I need to know that the party is about to begin.
Elise hates people… Or maybe I’ve endured endless abuse for her to be an extrovert wolf. Slow and steady, I follow down to Octavius’s cottage. I can't just scare everyone with a weird colored wolf or my nakedness.
He shouldn't be home, maybe somewhere running around with his guests. The sight of a superyacht makes me gasp. The old alpha meant every word when he said he’d get his son anything. It's the most beautiful thing in sight, lying pretty on the ocean.
Suddenly drawn from my quest to hunt for clothes, I divert to the yacht. It can be a perfect distraction. I walk down the deck, casually enjoying the tour when the sounds of a familiar voice make me stop. Gently, I move closer. Snapped to focus, my ears stand, with my senses hyper.
The scent is familiar… or rather, scents.
“You made the right choice.” A voice I can swear is Rhea’s, murmurs.
“I don't want to regret presenting you as my Luna.” A masculine one follows. It's Octavius!
What the hell?!
My heart is beating loudly. It feels like I’ll collapse from the constant pain of betrayal. As if to feed my denial that it isn't them or it's all in my head, I pull closer, spotting them standing too close to each other, with Rhea’d hand on his shoulder, and his on her waist.
“My alpha.” She mumbles, almost moaning like a b***h.
My heart sinks.
The world stands still. It's like everything crumbles and I'm bare. I can suddenly feel his eyes on me, fierce, dominant. I look upward to find them, watching, waiting.
Now he knows that I know. Perhaps he rejects me… or kills me.
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