The Pregnant Runaway Omega

Chapter 6

Anabella

Two weeks came and passed but nothing had changed. I was still in the forest and every passing day was the survival of the fittest. It was still very shocking to me that I, a weak omega, had survived for this long in a dense forest filled with wolves. The only thing that comforted me was the dreams I kept having of the perfect life I always wanted. The one that was out of my reach.

I dipped myself into the stream slowly, letting the cold water balance out my feverish body. Yeah, I was sick. It started around last week and I still don't know how and why. My body would feel feverish in the early hours of the morning and I would throw up at random. My wolf whined during those periods and she is restless these days.

I thought surviving feral wolves for two weeks as an Omega was a great feat that people would be baffled at, but now I doubted that I would live to tell the story when I was this sick. After washing up, I set out to find food while avoiding areas with feral wolves. Luckily, I heard a distressed deer a few minutes later and went towards it. For some reason, it kept whining as if it was in pain. I hid by a tree and peeped at it and I was surprised by what I saw.

The deer was standing with a bulging side, I think it was pregnant and in labour from the continuous bleating sound it was making me.

Come to think of it, most of my dreams these past few days has been about me being pregnant and now I was seeing a pregnant deer about to give birth. Was the moon goddess trying to tell me something?

Hold up! My eyes widened like saucers and I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stop me for gasping loudly. How could I be so slow?

Morning sickness, frequent vomiting, dreams about pregnancy…

I was pregnant.

It's been three weeks since I and King Davis got intimate. Now I was so sure I was pregnant with his child. I unconsciously brought my hand to my flat stomach and I felt great joy within me, my eyes watered at thought of holding my little pup in my hand soon. He or she may not grow up knowing their father, but I wanted to take care of them to the best of my abilities. I felt the urge to protect them from any harm.

A familiar growl brought me out of my reverie. I became alert and quickly looked around to find the source of the noise. And then I saw it, it wasn't directed at me but at the deer that was at a crucial state of delivery. I should have probably taken the chance to run as fast as I could but I didn't. I felt empathetic towards the deer, her life was just like mine. We were alone with no family or mate. Our only family was our babies that we would protect with our life.

Now, she was at a critical stage of delivery and was defenseless. I imagined myself in her shoes too and I felt truly bad. Since I was here, it was fate for me to help her. Who knows, I might be in such a situation one day and I would also wish someone was there to help too.

I picked up a stick on the ground and came out of my hiding place, revealing myself to the rogue. “Hey, nasty mutt, why don't you pick on someone your own size?” I yelled and threw the stick at the animal. That for sure got the wolf's attention and it first stopped, probably surprised that someone as small as me dared to provoke it. Then it growled loudly and began chasing me.

After spending weeks in the forest, I was used to being chased about. The only problem now was that my morning sickness hadn't worn off yet. I pushed my legs to run faster and the wolf didn't slow down either. It was a fierce chase and I was starting to feel out of breath much earlier than I expected. I decided to use the trick I used sometime ago which was jumping into the river and losing my scent. It was simple and easy and I didn't have any more strength to run either. So I tilted towards the direction of the river, I knew my surroundings like the back of my hand from a numerous chases I was involved in.

I began seeing the river ahead and breathed out in relief, but just when I was few meters away, I tripped on a vine and fell face flat on the ground. I groaned in pain from the impact and my hand quickly went to my stomach. I had hit it hard and couldn't help but worry about my growing pup in me. I had also hit my head on a stone and my vision was beginning to get blurry. The rogue didn't give me a break at all, it grabbed at my leg with its sharp claws and I let out a scream from the pain. It hurt so much that I was seeing stars.

I bit my lip and grabbed a handful of sand and then aiming it at its lifeless red eyes. His grip loosen a little as it struggled to see but just before I could celebrate, he swiped at my stomach. A gash appeared at the side of my stomach and blood flowed out like water.

Oh no! My baby…

I screamed again from the pain and my attempt to stop the bleeding with my hand all turned futile. I was scared, so scared. Was this the end?

From the concussion and the huge loss of blood, sleep pulled at me hard. My eyelids felt heavy and I could even see properly..

Memories of how miserable my life had been since I could understand things flashed through my mind. Maybe it was time for me to rest and just give up, I have suffered too much.

I let the sleep take me in its embrace, but the sad thing I saw before it all turned dark was a woman standing protectively in front of me and in a fierce battle with the feral wolf.