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Maya's POV:
The look on my mother's face made me want to do nothing more than to disappear into the thin air. Witches are really lucky that they could do that without any issue.
“Maya,” my mother called my name through her tighter lips.
My whole body tightened as I tried to ignore the fact that everyone's eyes were on me. Only if they knew how disappointed I was in myself and wanted to take back my mistake.
“Let's talk,” my mother said and stood up immediately.
I knew that this wasn't the best time to go against her words, so I followed her into her room. The room was painted red with black curtains, which wasn't much of a surprise since she was more obsessed with the colour red than I was.
I took a deep breath when I felt her eyes on me. I really wanted to look up at her and try to figure out what she was thinking, but I didn't have it in me to look up.
“I know that you don't want to get married,” my mother started in a soft voice I knew so well.
I knew that my mother was trying to convince me to get married, but it made no sense why she would think anyone would marry me when I had another person's child in my stomach.
I wondered what her reaction would be when she finds out that the child is that of a werewolf. My family hated werewolves in general after we lost our grandfather to one.
“But it doesn't mean you should cook up stories,” my mother said and let out a chuckle before she hugged me tightly.
I froze in shock while the wheels in my brain turned and tried to process what was happening. I wasn't sure if my mother didn't actually believe me or if she was denying reality.
“Mother,” I started and almost cussed loudly when my voice came out coarse.
I could feel that I was reaching my limit, and I was really close to breaking down. Everything was happening so fast that my brain hadn't had the time to catch up yet.
What I wanted the most right now was to be left alone for a week straight to figure out the negative turn my life was taking. That was something I was going to worry about later but right now, I had to explain it to my mother.
“I'm not lying,” I said to her, and felt a sharp pain in my chest when she pulled away.
I knew I was the perfect child to her, so the disbelief in her eyes wasn't a surprise. I was very sure if my sister was the one currently in my shoes, she wouldn't care.
“What do you mean?” she asked me in a shaky voice as she paced around.
It was clear now that she thought I was cooking up a story at first. I walked over to her bed and sat down because I was too weak and I couldn't trust my legs not to give out.
The sight of my mother being the opposite of what she was usually made my heart break. Regardless of the fact that I was suddenly getting engaged and got cheated on, I never planned to make matters worse.
“Were you rebelling?” my mother asked me in a turn that made me visibly flinch.
Did I look stupid enough to play around with my life just because I didn't want a foolish man in my life?
“No,” I said and shook my head vehemently, but it didn't seem like she believed me.
The door swung open and distracted me from the pain that came with my mother's lack of trust in me. I stared at my sister and father, who were both giving me a questioning look.
My sister seemed to be focused on me in a way that made my skin crawl. We were close when we were still little, but when we noticed how different we were, we started to keep to ourselves.
So the fact she was giving me so much attention made me want to hide away from her. I don't know why, but it was probably because of the current situation.
“What are you doing here, Selene?” my mother asked with obvious distaste in her voice that made me cringe.
My sister narrowed her eyes at me like she was blaming me for it and she was actually right. My mother was really pissed, so she was going to transfer the aggression onto anyone.
“Did you manage to convince my little potato?” my father asked my mother with his usual stupid grin.
I gritted my teeth as I tried to stop myself from groaning and yelling at him. I have no idea how he was able to marry someone like my mother when he couldn't even read the room.
“Your potato actually has another potato in her,” my mother spat and gave me a dirty look before she stomped towards her vanity table.
I looked at my father and was shocked to see that he had a blank expression. This was the first time that my father made it hard for anyone to read him.
I didn't know what to think about it and that made my heart start to beat faster than it already was. My mother was clearly not happy about this, and it wasn't that I expected at least one of them to be happy.
However, I wanted at least one person to assure me and tell me that it wasn't my fault. I just wanted someone to tell me that they were going to help me sort it out.
It was clearly your fault.
The voice in my head sneered and made me bow my head in shame. If only I had taken my drink or better still, gone to my hostel to read.
“I'm sorry,” I said quietly, but it did nothing to ease the tension in the air.
“After bringing shame on the legacy I tried to keep,” my mother said to me with a sharp tone.
The normal me would have given her a comeback, but I knew that she was right, so I sat down quietly and took in the scowl she threw my way every second.
My father disappointed me just like I expected. He was standing right next to his wife and trying to calm her down like she was the one carrying the child of a werewolf.
“It's not like she planned to get pregnant,” a voice that sounded foreign said, and when I looked up, it was no other person but my sister.
She had a sad look on her face as she kept her eyes on me. Her statement moved me to tears because I never expected the person I overshadowed to care so much about me.
“Selene, this has nothing to do with you,” my mother said as she glared at my elder sister.
I just wished everyone would understand me the same way Selene seemed to. I took a deep breath and wiped the tears that found their way down my cheeks.
“She's my sister,” Selene replied to my mother softly before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.
I wanted to scream at her to come back and stay with me, but I didn't find it in me to. I felt like it would be selfish of me to do such a thing when this was the first time I heard her voice in years.
She stood up for me which I was sure that I would have never done to her. Would I have made matters worse for her? Of course not, but that didn't mean I was going to support her.
“I expected better from you,” my mother's voice drew me away from the thought of my sister.
I wanted to tell her that I was sorry for causing trouble one more time but decided against it. Honestly speaking, this wasn't exactly my fault, because if she had not announced that foolish engagement plan, then I wouldn't have found out anything.
“I know,” I said in a whisper because I knew that she had indeed expected better.
I wish she knew how much she had suffocated me and the only reason I turned out to be what she wanted so far was because I was strong.
“It seems like we are going to have to call off the engagement and look for a man who is willing to marry a single mother,” my mother said and relief almost filled my body until I heard the latter part.
I tightened my fist against the bedsheet to stop myself from saying anything. It was going to be hard to do that.
“Better still, we will sort out the…thing in you,” she continued and nodded as if that was indeed a better option.
I know that it was wrong to have the child of a werewolf in me, but “sorting” out my child was something I wasn't in for.
As if that wasn't enough, she stood and turned to my father to say, “Keep her locked up till the doctor arrives.”
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