The Pregnant Runaway Omega

Chapter 7

Anabella

The aromatic scents of herbs teased my nose and made me stir in my sleep. My eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light around me. Where was I?

“Oh you're awake. How are you feeling?” A woman's voice said as she walked up to me with a warm smile.

I became alert and pushed myself further away from her. She smelled strange, she didn't smell like a wolf. My sudden movement made me wince in pain on my stomach and leg. I looked down at it to see I was all wrapped up in clothes like a bandage. I hoped my baby was fine.

“Who are you?” I asked while cautiously observing her. What was an old woman like her doing in such a dangerous forest?

“I'm Martha and you're welcome for saving your life” she said with an eye roll before picking a bowl containing some weird liquid content from the table beside us. She stretched it to me and said “Take”

“What is that?” I questioned, I wasn't about to just drink anything she gave me.

“I saved your life and you are worried about the drink I'm offering?” Martha asked, withdrawing her hand a little.

“I'm pregnant” I blurted out to her.

Martha paused and her face turned to concern, “Oh poor child. What are doing in the forest?” I didn't answer,. Instead I just looked down indicating I didn't want to talk about it. The woman sighed and pushed the bowl to my hand again, “Drink. Don't worry, it won't harm your baby”

I reluctantly took the bowl from her and in one brave inhale, I gulped the contents. It tasted sweet, highly contrasting to its appearance. Immediately it touched my tongue, I felt rejuvenating energy course through me to my wounds and achiness. I could feel my wounds healing a little faster than it normally would as an omega.

“What kind of drink is this?” I couldn't help but ask.

Martha smiled proudly, “A healing potion.”

“Potion?... So you are a witch?” I asked in surprise. Martha nodded. My eyes widened in surprise. I haven't seen a witch before but I have heard stories about that. I heard they used to once live with wolves but a war broke out after they started using their spells for evil. The wolves had to gather together and chase them out of the packs. Witches were supposed to be evil but Martha didn't look the part.

“Aren't witches supposed to be evil, since when do they save people and give them healing potions?” I voiced my mind.

“The sayings are true, pregnant women are blunt to a fault. Also, don't believe anything you hear, not everything is true”, Martha said before returning to stirring the pot on fire at the corner of the room.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Yes please” I answered eagerly and as if on cue, my stomach grumbled.

She nodded and continued her cooking, the scent coming from the pot was a clear indication that whatever she was cooking was good. I looked around the small room that was made of wood. They looked old which meant they had been here for years but they were still holding well. I looked outside the window. We were still in the forest, but somehow, I could not hear any feral wolves around. It would make sense that she casted a spell for the house to be invisible to outsiders because I would have seen it after roaming in the forest for weeks.

“Where is this place and how long have you been living here alone?” I asked.

“My humble cottage house, I have been leaving here for years and you will get use to the loneliness with time” she answered swiftly.

“But why?”

“I asked you first and you didn't answer me, so why should I answer you?” she retorted. How could an old witch like her be so sharp-mouthed?

I remained quiet for a few minutes and sighed, “I ran away from the pack. I couldn't stay where I was been accused of being a murderer” I answered.

“And your mate?”

I shrug my shoulder, "He didn't say a word to defend me and didn't stop me from running away. So here I am” Thinking about it made me my heart ache and my wolf whine in pain. People kept treating us badly even people we call family, but we endured. Then our first mate rejected us but we still endured. Now, our second mate treated us like we didn't exist. Are we to endure again?

My life has been a miserable one ever since I was born just because I was an Omega and I didn't think it was fair. If I ever get a change to be Luna, that discriminating rules would change.

“I'm so sorry dear, life must been hard for you” Martha consoled her,, as she dished the food and took it over. It was some kind of leafy soup with chunks meat in it. It looked delicious, I found myself already salivating, even my wolf couldn't wait to take a bite.

I muttered a thank you and dug in, scarfing the food down in a hurry.

“Take it easy or you will choke. I know you must be starving. You were passed out for a day” Martha said with a smile.

I nodded and slowed down a bit then I asked, “Why did you save me anyway? You could have just left me there to die”

Martha, who was eating as well looked at me with a peculiar gaze, “I saved you because you looked very familiar”

“Really? How is that possible? I have never seen you before in my life” I said with my mouth full of food.

“What's your name?”

“Anabella”

“What pack are you from?”

“Silverwell pack”

Martha's mouth suddenly hung open in shock and she couldn't stop the food in her hand from falling. I was wondering what made her so shocked when she said,

“You are Eric and Unna's daughter.”