REVENGE MATE

"Congratulations, Princess," exclaimed the midwife, "you're pregnant!" My pale face transformed into radiance upon hearing this news, and a dry smile stretched across my lips. Overwhelmed with emotion, I was left speechless. "We're going to be mothers, Diana," my wolf, Maya, exclaimed with an unmistakable tone of joy in her voice. Her happiness resonated with me, and I returned her smile. "Congratulations, Maya," I replied warmly. "Let's get up. We have to share this news with our mate," she urged excitedly. However, my smile waned at the thought. "I'm feeling tired," I sighed. Maya's expression changed to one of anger. "Don't tell me you're not planning to tell him?" she retorted. "I never said that I won't tell him," I assured her, closing my eyes. It was surreal, knowing that a tiny life now existed within me. This was my child, and I yearned to be a mother, just like my own. I decided to tell him later, imagining the immense happiness it would bring. But then, there was a peculiar feeling I'd never experienced before. "You have to tell our mate," Maya insisted. "I want to see him smile again." However, my smile disappeared, replaced by fear. What if he rejected me and our child? The thought was paralyzing. I tried not to dwell on it as I closed my eyes once more, attempting to escape these worries. Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted my thoughts – a resounding slam that jolted my eyes wide open. Ayaha was standing there, looking as though all the color had drained from her. "What happened?" I asked in alarm as she collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks. My heart raced. "Why are you so frightened?" She didn't answer but instead motioned for a maid who stood behind her. "He killed the king," she shouted. The word "king" froze me in my tracks, a sensation like ice water in the dead of night. "Just tell me what happened!" I shouted with all the might I could muster. The maid lowered her gaze and pointed to the Imperial Hall. I dashed out of my room, greeted by a sky darker than I had ever seen. As I approached the Imperial Hall, I could hear the clamor of frightened voices. When I entered, it was as if time had stood still. Ministers and nobles sat in their chairs, wearing satisfied smiles – the very people my father had trusted most. I felt a profound disgust for them. My gaze shifted, and in a straight line stood the person I loved most – my mate, my husband. His usual dark blue Knight attire adorned him, but his expression was a dangerous blend of anger and satisfaction. He held a sword, its tip dripping with blood – the blood of my parents. "Why?" I asked in a trembling voice, tears flowing freely. His silence was deafening as he placed the sword near my neck. "Diana, just tell him we're pregnant. Tell him!" Maya begged me, her wolf desperately pleading. But what about the man standing before me? If he knew about the pregnancy, he would not hesitate to end us. Amir, my husband, stared at me with disdain. I couldn't fathom why he had done this. Did he truly despise me so much? Well, he had never loved me, so hatred was a given. I winced in pain as I felt an excruciating sensation in my stomach, the sword piercing my abdomen. My hand instinctively went to my belly, blood flowing, agony indescribable. I collapsed to the floor, my eyes drooping as blood drained from my body. Amir sat nearby, battling with his mate over whether to save me – the same mate who cursed me for revealing our child. Amir leaned close, whispering in my ear, "I wish we had never met." With my last ounce of strength, I replied, "I wish in the next life, we never cross paths." I closed my eyes and lay on the floor, praying that in my next life, he would never stand before me, or else I would seek vengeance. MORNING "Princess, please get up, or the Queen will scold us," Ayaha urged me, her voice coaxing me from slumber. I turned to the side and buried my face in the blanket, hesitating. "Please, Princess," she implored. I opened my eyes wide and quickly sat up. Racing outside, I was greeted by a bright and sunny sky. I rushed to my mother's room, with Ayaha following, cardigan in hand. Entering the room, my mother sat, sipping her tea. "Dia, what brings you here so early?" she asked, her usual smile fading when she looked at me. Concern etched across her face, she came closer and wiped away my tears. I embraced her, pouring my heart out.