Unexpected Consequences
1238 Words
CHAPTER TWO:
Without a word to anyone, I slipped away into the darkness, seeking solace in our pack’s borders.
As the night wore on, I found myself drawn by the pounding music and flashing lights of a nearby club calling out to me like a siren's song.
The club was like a whirlwind of sensation, the music reverberating through my bones as I lost myself in the chaos of the dance floor.
Here I could release everything inside of me.
I felt alive for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the weight of my troubles momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment.
And then he appeared, a stranger in the crowd, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
He was magnetic, drawing me in with a single glance, his presence commanding my attention in a way I couldn't ignore.
"Hey there," he said, his voice low and husky over the thumping bass of the music.
"Hi," I replied, my voice barely audible above the loud noise from the nearby people who were also engrossed with dancing, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand with a crooked grin that sent my pulse racing. Any other day, I wouldn’t have agreed. Any other day, I wouldn’t have been here.
Without hesitation, I took his hand, allowing him to lead me onto the dance floor, the world falling away around us as we moved in perfect harmony to the rhythm of the music.
We danced like there was no tomorrow, lost in the moment, lost in each other.
Conversation flowed easily between us and soon physical touches too.
There wasn’t any barrier between us and that was the first mistake I made that night.
As the night wore on, the line between reality and fantasy blurred, desire igniting between us like a flame in the darkness.
In a moment of reckless abandon, I finally gave up and listened to my body, seeking refuge in the heat of the hot stranger’s touch, the passion of his kiss.
I could distinctly remember him telling me his name before leading me out of the club and that was it.
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But when morning dawned and reality came crashing back, I found myself in a hotel room with a stranger lying beside me, the events of the night before a hazy blur in my mind.
Panic surged through me as I took in the scene before me.
“Oh no no.” I muttered shaking my head as I realized what must have happened. “Please, moon goddess, don’t tell me I did it .....”
My rambling drifted off as I saw it, the blood staining the sheets beneath me, a reminder of the choices I had made.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I stared at my stained legs and the sleeping unconcerned stranger beside me.
What have I done?
I quickly rose up moving quickly around the room searching for my clothes.
I couldn’t stay here. First I left my pack’s borders and now this?
I manage to put on clothes under few minutes while the stranger remained asleep.
I found my way to the door leaving when a sharp pain on the side of my neck stopped me.
I palmed it with my fingers realizing my mating glands were aching.
But why? I wasn’t even mated.
I shoved the pain aside leaving the room as I ran away.
*
TWO WEEKS LATER
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Weeks passed in a blur of fear and uncertainty, my mind consumed by the memory of that encounter.
I was bothered by two things only. The sight of Jerome and Ivy acting like a lovesick couple; so disgusting.
And the fact that I lost my virginity to a total stranger. I felt bad for my future mate already.
But as the days turned into weeks, weakness and nausea plagued me, leaving me drained and afraid.
At first I thought it was because of stress I had to go through but then desperate for answers, I sought the help of a healer, pouring out my fears and worries to her in a torrent of words.
"It seems you're with child," the healer said gently, her eyes full of sympathy as she delivered the news.
My heart sank at her words, the reality of my situation hitting me like a ton of bricks.
How could this have happened?
“W-What?.” I muttered restricting the urge to burst into tears. “No, no, check again. That’s not true.”
“I’m not mistaken, you are not blessed with—.”
“No!.” I interrupted her not wanting to hear the rest.
Why did this have to happen?
It was just one night!
What would become of me and the child growing within me?
I’m just an unmated unwanted wolf.
“It was just one night!.” I revealed to her muttering my fears.
“Either you are very fertile or the alpha of those pups aimed on getting you pregnant.”
What?
Why would he try to do something like that?
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As I made my way back to the pack, lost in my thoughts and consumed by thoughts of who could be my baby’s father.
It couldn’t be someone from my pack.
I successfully made sure of that when I decided to flee the borders for a one night stand.
Which means it had to be an alpha from the other 3 neighboring packs.
My heartbeat quickened realizing one of them was our enemy packs. The same pack who caused the death of my parents.
While deep in thoughts and distracted, I stumbled upon Ivy, accidentally spilling water from the pitcher I carried, the cool liquid splashing onto Ivy's dress.
Ivy's reaction was immediate and visceral, her face contorting with rage as she rounded on me, her words biting with venom.
“Watch where you're going, Aurora!". She spat, her voice echoing through the air. "You should be more careful, do you want to burn the future pack's Luna’s skin?.”
I stared at her befuddled by her reaction, her words cutting deep as I realized she was no longer the Ivy I knew. She had never spoken to me in this manner before.
As if magically, Jerome appeared at Ivy's side, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist as he shot me a reproachful glance.
"Are you alright, Ivy?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he turned his back on me.
I bit my lips staring at they exchanged whispered soft words.
The sight of them together was a bitter pill to swallow, the pain of their betrayal a constant ache in my chest.
With tears stinging my eyes and my heart heavy with sorrow, I watched helplessly as they walked away. Alone once more, I sank to my knees remembering the promise that Jerome gave to me that day.
And yet, here he is, all over Ivy like I meant nothing to him.
Resentment bubbled within me, a simmering bit of anger and frustration.
How could they treat me like this, casting me aside like yesterday's news?
Stupid me who thought we were a trio.
I sniff back my tears getting up from the floor.
What if my mate rejected me like Jerome did?
What if I was unworthy of being loved?
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