CHAPTER 4: ALICE'S KINDNESS
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I'm consumed by a sense of desperation and I decide to fight against the rogues.
I stood my ground, fists clenched and eyes blazing, as the rogues closed in. They were a rough-looking bunch, their faces twisted with cruel intent. I knew I was no match for them, not in my weakened state, but I refused to back down.
With a fierce cry, I launched myself at the nearest rogue, my fists flying in a flurry of punches. But before I could even land a blow, the rogue caught me by the wrist, his grip like a vice.
He laughed, a cold, mirthless sound, and held me at arm's length. "Don't worry, little one," he sneered. "This'll be over quickly."
The other rogues chuckled, their eyes gleaming with amusement. One of them stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grab my hair.
I struggled and kicked, but I was no match for their brute strength. The rogue holding my wrist twisted it, making me cry out in pain.
One of them kicked out my legs from under me and I fell to the ground, my vision blurring as the rogues continued to pummel me. I tried to curl into a ball, to protect myself and the baby from the worst of the blows, but they just kept coming.
As I lay there, my mind foggy and my body screaming in pain, I wondered if it was all over for me. Would I ever see the light of day again? Would I ever get to hold my child in my arms?
I couldn't help but wonder why the rogues are after me. Was it a personal vendetta, or was I just a random target? I think about all the people in the pack who hate me, who would love to see me dead. The list is endless, and I realize that I'm just an insignificant slave, a mere speck in the grand scheme of things.
I think about Noah, the Alpha's son, who rejected me in front of the entire pack. I think about my aunt, who has made my life a living hell. I think about the countless times I've been beaten, belittled, and humiliated. And I wonder, is this the end? Is this how my story will end?
But then my mind wanders back to the child growing inside me, and for the first time in a long while, I pray to the moon goddess, begging her to save me, to give me a chance to live. I promise to do anything, to give up anything, just to keep my child safe.
The leader of the rogues, a burly man with a scar above his eyebrow, smiled. "You're a feisty one, I'll give you that," he said. "But it won't do you any good."
He raised his hand, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow to fall. Just then a powerful presence fills the air. And I hear a deadly growl that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand. The rogues flee, and I'm left staring up at a regal elderly woman. Her eyes are kind, her face etched with concern.
I try to speak, but my voice is barely a whisper. I feel myself slipping away, my vision blurring. I think about giving in, about letting the darkness consume me. But then I think about my child, and I feel a surge of strength.
The woman kneels beside me, her hands cradling my head. "Don't worry, child," she says, her voice gentle. "You're safe now. I've got you."
I look up at her, trying to focus. She's beautiful, with silver hair and piercing green eyes. She smells like lavender and honey, and her touch is warm and comforting.
As I gaze up at her, I feel a sense of peace wash over me. I know that I'm in good hands, that this woman will take care of me. And with that thought, I let go, allowing myself to slip into unconsciousness.
I wake up to the sound of a soft voice, the feeling of a warm bed beneath me. I'm disoriented, unsure of where I am or how I got there. But as I look around, I see the elderly woman from earlier, her eyes watching me with kindness.
"You're safe now, child," she says, her voice gentle. "You're in my home, and I'll do everything in my power to protect you."
I try to speak, but my voice is still weak. The woman smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Don't try to talk, child," she says. "Just rest. You've been through a lot."
As I drift off to sleep, I feel a sense of hope that I haven't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to leave my past behind and start fresh. Maybe I'll be able to find a new sense of purpose, a new reason to live.
The next time I wake up, I feel stronger, more alert. The woman is sitting beside me, a bowl of steaming hot soup in her hands.
"Eat, child," she says, her voice encouraging. "You need to regain your strength."
I take the bowl from her, feeling a sense of gratitude. As I eat, she's watches me, her eyes filled with kindness.
"Who are you?" I ask, my voice still weak.
Alice smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm Alice Gray," she says. "And you, child, are a very special person."
I look at her, curious. "What do you mean?"
Alice's expression turns serious. "you saved my life once, without having a reason to and now I would love to repay the debt. Besides no one in their mind would leave a pregnant woman helpless"
I feel a surge of shock, my eyes widening in surprise. How did she know? I hadn't told anyone about the pregnancy.
Alice smiles, her eyes twinkling. "I have my ways, child," she says. "Now, let's focus on getting you and your child safe. We have a long road ahead of us."
I nod, feeling a sense of determination. I'll do whatever it takes to keep my child safe. I'll fight, I'll run, I'll hide. Whatever it takes.
As if sensing my growing resolve, Alice nods in agreement with my thoughts.
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