Princess Polly: The Unexpected Beta (The Lubartown Series) Book 3

Chapter 2: Aftermath

Mendai

I looked around the tower Roman had Polly in; there was blood on the bed, he had violated her, and I folded my fist in anger. I never hated someone so much as I do Roman. Emile looked at me as Barron left; we made sure all of Roman's men's heads were on spikes to send a message. Emile looked at me, and we saw bears waiting for us, so we jumped on two and headed back to Bearmore; I knew that Emile wasn't taking it well. He wanted to stop what happened to Polly, but we saved her from being killed later; I could never violate a woman like Roman did. I wondered why he would do that to her, knowing their customs; Emile said, "To break her and force Barron's hand." I didn't know that he was reading my mind and said, "That is f****d up, Emile; I hope he gets what is coming to him tenfold." We reached Bearmore and headed to the main hall to be fed; Barron and Clarke thanked us before heading out.

Later, Barron had someone sent to my room to keep me company, and I knew Emile would take the offer; he has been womanizing since losing Eva. I worry about my brothers; Emile is still heartbroken, and Levi is devastated. Jared is just being a younger brother; I was taken out of my thoughts when I felt a mouth around my semi-hard c**k. I woke up to a sexy bear in bed asleep beside me; we had a blast last night, and I smiled knowing it was worth it. I showered and ate, I saw our men ready to head out, and I walked to a field waiting on Emile. He opened the portal after saying our goodbyes, and we walked through to our territory, where Jared was waiting for us. We went to a private room where Levi was shirtless as he poured a drink; he said, "Polly won't mate me right now because of this, but I will give her time."

We knew this was a blow to him, so we comforted him the way brothers do to cheer him up, knowing it was ten times worse for Princess Polly. Weeks passed, and Levi wanted to visit Polly, but she wasn't seeing anyone right now, so he waited. I got word that she was pregnant with Roman's child and told Levi. He screamed in anger, threw a bottle of our fine liquor across the room, and Emile looked at him as I felt his sorrow. He loved Polly and looked at Emile, yelling, "Don't you dare break the marriage arrangement because of this; I love her and will raise the child as mine if I have to!" Emile nodded, we supported him, and he cried on Jared's shoulder. I hated what happened to Polly and Levi; Roman wanted to break her and send a message not only to Barron but to Emile, and we weren't going to take it lying down.

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Polly

Weeks had passed, and my parents constantly checked on me; I hadn't left my room since returning home. I was ashamed and heartbroken for Levi. He had requested to see me, but I wasn't ready to face him and break off the engagement; he was never going to mate me now after what happened. I was broken; I hated myself for letting Roman f**k me over and over again, and I hated that I started to enjoy it and welcome his c**k inside me. My body still aches for him, my p***y throbs missing his c**k, and I would close my eyes, hating what he had done to me. I knew guards were always around; Barron and Clarke were not taking chances anymore, when I heard a knock on the door. It was my mother again bringing lunch, and she set the tray down and got into bed beside me as I looked out the window; she lay next to me and started singing a lullaby, and my eyes clouded with tears.

I cried so loudy as she hugged me, saying, "I am so sorry, baby, Roman will pay for this," and it all came crashing down, what he had done to me. I asked myself what I did to deserve this, and I could never find an answer; I missed Levi, but I couldn't see him right now when I smelled the eggs and got up, running to the bathroom, bringing up what little I had in my stomach. My mom held my hair; she looked at me for a while as her eyes changed color. She put her hand to her mouth and said, "Oh my god, no, this can't happen," then she looked at me and said, "Sorry, baby, you're pregnant." I froze and yelled, "No, I can't have his baby, I can't," she called for a doctor to confirm the pregnancy; Barron came in and hugged me, saying, "I will respect whatever you choose," and I saw Clarke by the door looking sad.

They left me in the room to think; I rubbed my belly, wondering what to do about having Roman's baby. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming about Roman f*****g me again, and I woke up breathing heavily, and my p***y throbbed. My n*****s hardened like little pebbles, goosebumps on my skin, and I couldn't help rubbing my swollen c**t, I missed his c**k, and I closed my eyes, fingering myself to completion. Months passed, and I was showing now; Barron hid my pregnancy, and only a few knew to avoid the news getting back to Roman. Barron and Clarke had been my rock since I got back home, and my parents went into overprotective mode. Levi knocked on the door and walked in; I didn't know he would visit, and I tried to hide my baby bump from him, but he stopped me, holding my hand. He wiped a loose tear and pulled me into a hug and whispered, "Stop pushing me away, princess."

Levi visited often despite I telling him not to, and I was glad he didn't listen; he didn't care about what Roman did, only wanted to help me heal. We were playing a late-night card game, and he still wants to marry me, but I wasn't ready because of the shame I was dealing with giving in to Roman and bearing his child. I won again, and Levi kissed my lips when I felt a sharp pain; I looked and saw that my water broke, and Levi picked me up, taking me to the healer and midwife. I was in so much pain, and he left the room while my mother joined us; later, I heard a baby cry, and the midwife said, "You have a son, your highness," and I turned away, not wanting to look at him. Barron took him and said, "Let everyone know I have a son," and I turned to him and started crying; he whispered, "Roman will never know, and he is my son, I will raise him."

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Thirteen Years Later

Barron

I was by the waterfall playing with my nephew, Polly has a son from her ordeal years ago, and she became my second-in-command after I executed my former second-in-command and his father for treason. They were the reason my sister was kidnapped and r***d by King Roman; she has a son she barely spends time with, but he was a good kid, and I won't punish him because of the evil deeds of his father, but Polly was traumatized. Polly, after giving birth, never held her son, but there was no way my parents were going to abandon him because they were kind like that. Clarke loved him, and so did I; we kept the secret from Roman so he wouldn't come back for him, but after the kidnapping, I never heard from him again. He kept out of my way, seeing the c*****e I left behind with all his wolves' heads on spikes, he knew he had pissed me off.

Polly's son's name was Marrow; we called him Rowe for short, he called me Dad, and I don't mind. I was his father figure; however, we will tell him the truth when he gets older; he was thirteen now, and I brought him out here, waiting for his first change. The people in my Kingdom loved and respected him, vowing to keep Polly's secret, they wanted King Roman dead for violating their Princess. Rowe started screaming, and I knew it was his Bear, so I guided him through it when I felt Polly through our twin bond; she was cheering him on, and I was shocked she came. She mind-linked me, "It's less painful when a parent is here," but I knew she loved him; she was just constantly reminded about how he was conceived and needed time. Rowe knew Polly was his mother, and he could feel that she was cold towards him, but she never abused him, well, physically, but emotionally, he wanted his mother's love.

When his transformation was complete, he was the most beautiful, unique bear; he was gray because he had wolf genes, and we weren't sure if he would get a wolf, but it seems Polly's genes were stronger than Romans'. Rowe walked over to his mother, and she smiled, rubbing his head; I knew he wanted that. Clarke ran over to us in his bear form and nudged the little guy; he was so small compared to us. Polly changed into her bear, and so did I; then we saw my parents join us in bear form, and we played with the kid until he was tired. Polly was happy that he was a bear, and we headed inside to clean up. Polly was no longer the Princess on a pedestal; she trained hard to become my second-in-command and beat most of my warriors. She, however, doesn't let any man touch her; hopefully, one day, she will give her mate a chance if she finds him, but right now, I was glad she was coming around mentally to accept her son.