My Alpha Chronicles：Fierce Love, Bitter Hatred

"Mrs. Walker, you're still not pregnant." The hope in my eyes vanished at once. I bit my lip and murmured, "I see..." With sympathy, the healer handed me my pregnancy test report.  "Mrs. Walker, why not... let it go? You're too weak now... The effects of the curse is still very strong. It’s making you weaker.” In silence,  I just bit my lower lip, feeling very chilly and hot at the same time. This was not the outcome that I was expecting. But the healer was right, the more time I went on without treatment the worse my condition got. "Mrs. Walker, are you okay?" "I'm fine. I'm listening." I  replied with a quiver in my voice, my lips were bloodless and pale, I suddenly felt very very sick. I rubbed my hands together, they were shaky and cold. The healer let out a deep sigh. He looked at the me with a look that resembled pity. “I remember you used to see visions. Have you had any since the curse manifested?” The healer asked hopefully. He was asking to know if I could still see my future. Pity, that was one of the first thing the curse had taken away. “I told you. I have had none. Right now, I don’t even remember what it feels like to have a vision.” I murmured as I shook my head. My future was hidden to me and any other healer. The curse seemed to have sealed my fate forever. "But, if we start the treatments now, there is still a chance that you can live longer." "No, I must get pregnant." I stood up quickly, I was not deterred by the healer’s words, no matter how dark they were. I had made my decisions and I was determined to stand by it, "Jonathan, please, let us continue with my fertility treatments. I want to try again." The healer visibly balked, not managing to conceal his expression. He disagreed with me quickly.  "You've been having these fertility potions for half a year now, they’re not working. The curse keeps spreading.” "But I don't mind. Please..." "Mrs. Walker, why do you torture yourself like this?" "Please." I pleaded, my voice sounded terribly desperate. "If you insist…"  Resignedly, the healer sighed as he looked down at his shoes. "I will give you some more potions, you have to use them in the next twelve hours or else it wouldn’t work. Do your best to make use of the time you have after you take the potion, it is the golden period of getting pregnant." I took the potion, my eyes glossy with tears and I murmured a thank you to the healer and rushed out of his office. …..... I was alone in the house late at night. It was 9pm. I have always been used to such silence and loneliness, after so much time alone, it didn’t matter to me as much as it used to before. Besides, I had no time for grieving any more. There was not much time left for me anyways, I barely had the time to relax even just for a bit. Now, I must make full use of the golden twelve hours. I dialed the number and waited. Beep, beep, beep– No one answered. Rather than giving up, I dialed again. I would keep dialing until he answered the phone. I knew that he was ignoring me, this was my very last chance. I needed to see him. This time, at the very last second, Zayn Williams picked up the phone. His voice was filled with annoyance and impatience. "Araceli Walker, what do you want from me?”  “Are you having fun? Dragging on our divorce like this?" He added angrily. ”Drag on?!” I scoffed. I had fought to maintain my marriage with Zayn for six years, but it was time to put it all to an end. Zayn was supposed to be the love of my life. He was my mate and Alpha, I had thought that would mean something to him, but clearly it didn’t. "You want a divorce?" I said, "Then you will get a divorce!" Zayn paused for a second. "Do you really mean it?" "Yes, but I have one condition. You have to stay with me for one night." Zayn sneered. “Araceli, what game are you playing at?" "Think whatever you want of it Zayn. I will only give you this one chance. If you don't spend tonight with me, you will never be able to divorce me and never marry Chloe. Just think about that.” Then, I hung up the phone quickly. My chest was heaving heavily, I put the phone down and waited. I knew the choice Zayn would make. He was always willing to do anything for Chloe Hayes, so he would be in my bed for one night if that was the cost. High in the clear night sky, the perfectly round moon cast it’s silvery glow onto the ground, it’s light filtered into my room and the curtains blew slightly with the chilly night air. I looked at the stars from the windows and saw a million stars, twinkling and shining.  The moon had been a special part of my life ever since I was young, as werewolves, we were more connected to the moon and the power it gave us during our lunar phases than any other person. Looking at the sky full of stars, I remembered how much I had loved looking at the stars from a young age, I could stare at it for hours. In fact, one of the most favourite things Zayn and I liked to do was to run under the stars in our werewolf forms. Zayn, if I disappear from this world one day, will you think of me the second you look up at the stars? We have a child. He's a good boy and looks like you. But he's lying immobile in the ICU, with tubes and needles all over his little body. He's waiting for me to save him. I must get pregnant with a second child. Only in this way can I have the cord blood to save my boy, but I'm running out of time… *** Beep– It was the sound of my door, I had left it open for Zayn. My heart started beating rapidly.  Is he here yet? I didn’t hear his car outside, did he bring it with him? I rushed towards the vanity mirror. I ran my hands through my silky long hair, I had taken extra care in styling it the way Zayn used to like. With the soft waves cascading down my back like a waterfall. I wore a gold nightgown, shimmery and silky and leaving very little to the imagination. It hugged my curves in the right way. I applied another generous coat of lipstick and smacked my lips. I was ready. "Zayn..." I strode towards the door.