The Alpha's Abuse

FAST FOWARD

***AUTHORS NOTE***

This chapter is going to be a not-so quick recap of what happens over the next two years. As many of you know (I'd hope), a werewolf pregnancy lasts only five or six months instead of the normal 9 months. Despite Lucy being half witch, the Alpha blood from Cristian over powers the witch side to create a normal werewolf pregnancy! Thanks for reading and I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter!!!

Lucy

To say the last two years have been a whirlwind is an understatement. I soon discovered I was indeed pregnant with Cristians child. After many months of fighting against loving the child I was carrying I realized it wasn't my sons fault that his sperm donor was a monster. He was innocent and I would love him as I would any child I was to carry. My pregnancy was hard for Lilliana. She confided in me that she was taking special herbs to ensure she would not conceive a child. She may love Cristian but she agreed he was a monster and not one she wanted to procreate with. Not that I blamed her. Had I had a choice, he would not be the sperm donor of my first child.

By the time I was three months pregnant, I took a stand against Cristian. He would no longer beat or r**e me as he wouldn't risk hurting the baby. Especially after he found out it was a boy. I didn't care what gender he was, I was going to love him regardless. But I did use it to my advantage once we found out. I told Cristian I would not live in the pack house across the hall from his Mate. It was disrespectful and if he expected us to be a family that he would do as I asked. That's how I came to getting my cottage. It was a simple bachelor type of cottage. The only room with any privacy was the bathroom, and even then it only had a shower, toilet and sink. No bathtubs. The other thing it lacked was hot water. Cristian thought if I had no hot water that I would bring the baby into the pack house to bath him. So that once I was there, I'd be forced to come back over and over. Well, I wasn't that stupid. When it came to bathing my son, I simply boiled water, filled it a large tub with it, added cold water and bathed him that way. As for me, I didn't mind cold showers. Was I alwasy the cleanest? No. But it didnt' bother me. If I smelled too bad Cristian would leave me alone. He did anyways for the most part.

Another thing Cristian tried to restrict from me was a crib. Again, he assumed if the crib was in the pack house, then I'd be forced to stay there. Little did he know I fully supported co-sleeping. So my little boy slept in my bed from the day he was born. The only thing that Cristian couldn't refuse was a furnice with hot air. HE couldn't let his son get sick. In all honestly Cristian barely ever saw his son unless we were visiting Lilliana. She had become a second mom to my son. It hurt her, but she loved my little boy just as much as I did. Despit everything, I was so grateful to have her by my side to help me raise him while his father basically did nothing but show him off.

Another thing, Cristian hated the fact that I would not let him be alone with my son. Either myself or Lilliana was there. Always. That was one condition I was not budging on. When he threatened me, I showed him exactly who he was dealing with. Once he saw the true power I held he backed of and agreed to only a few of my terms. But, he agreed to my most important ones so I wasn't going to complain. At least not too much. As Lilliana says, I'm too kind to put up with half of his s**t. If it was her, he would barely even be able to look at my child.

April 25th, 2021

The day my beautiful son was born. I went into labour early in the afternoon. I had been a midwife at my pack so I knew exactly how to time everything and what to watch for. So when my labour pains started I wasn't too concerned. My hard labour didn't start until about two in the morning. I woke up to immense pressure between my legs. I knew it was time. I called Cristian and he, of course, did not answer. I called him four more times before I gave up and called Lilliana. On the third ring she picked up, I told her what was happening and she said she'd be right now. By the time she got to me, I was just about to give one final push, Lilliana ran in and dropped to her knees, she grabbed a nearby blanket and caught the baby as I finally gave my last push.

Lillian sobbed with me as she placed my perfect baby boy on my chest. I rubbed him as he let out the most amazing cry I had ever heard. I sobbed as I kissed the top of his head. Lillian clamped the cord how I showed her and I asked her if she wanted to cut it and she was beyond thrilled to do it. After I delievered the placenta, we got me cleaned up and got the baby boy cleaned and dressed. Lilliana and I snuggled him all night until the sun rose. Only then did Cristian finally show up. At about ten am. It was a ridiculous and I had never heard Lilliana yell before but she screamed at him with an anger I didn't think she possessed. Even Crisitan was a bit taken back.

Once he saw the baby he held him one time and that was it. He was pissed the Lilliana had cut the cord and not him. But really? My son was born at 3:45am. There wasn't a chance in hell I was leaving it uncut until ten am when the bastard finally showed up. He was absolutely perfect. He looked exactly how my little brother looked when he was born. At that thought my eyes did water, but I hadn't cried except for that first day with Cristian. Besides obviously the day my son was born.

He was perfect. He had curly blonde hair, just like me, my beautiful grey eyes, my nose and he had Crisitians lips. Which I didn't mind. Despite Cristian being a complete monster, he did have nice lips. I couln't wait to teach my son how to use them to treat a woman, or man, right. He would be nothing like his sperm donor. He would be kind, and couragous, brave and noble. He would be everything his father wasn't.

Now allow me to introduce my son. His name is Maddox Darius Nuit. As much as I despised my father, I alwasy swore I would name my first son after him. Well, I wasn't going to give him the first name. Not now at least. At least he had my fathers name as his middle name. Cristian still doesn't agree with my sons last name matching mine, but, had he shown up earlier then he would've had say. But since he didn't, he lost that right. He still introduces him with his last name, but either myself of Lilliana quickly correct him. He hates it. Its an ongoing game for us girls now. Who can piss him off the most.

Over the past eighteen months, Lilliana has become my sister, we almost never go anywhere without each other. Oh, that's the other thing, I'm not a slave or a prisoner. However, I am required to perform spells for Cristian whenver he deems it fit. I don't complain really as it gives me access to practice my magic and have my herbs to create whatever I want, whenever I want. So really it's a small price to pay.

Maddox just turned eighteen months and he is a normal and rambunctious little boy. He's often trying to give either myself or Lillian heart attacks on a daily basis. But, no matter what, we love him, even if we wanna kill him some days. But what can we do? He is my son after all.

Nothing ever changes, at least not for us. Things change for Lilliana and Cristian, but not usually for me and Maddox. We are quite happy living our little life, in our little cottage, with our herbs and flowers. And trying to make sure that Maddox doesn't kill himself in the process. But no matter what, we are happy. Nothing ever changes. That is, until today. Today is when everything changed. Today was the day my entire world would change. Little did I know how different life would be.