A mothers’ love

Amelias POV: I cannot wait until I have finally saved up enough money to leave this place. I made the mistake of falling in love before my 22 birthday when I was supposed to find out who my true mate was. Instead I spent that entire day in my studio apartment alone with my newborn baby. I am grateful for Lilly and while I wish I could hate her sperm donor, I should’ve known that he would never be able to deny his mate bond. At the very least I thought he would help me take care of her since I was already six months pregnant when he discovered his met, Samantha La croix. Jackson and me came from regular working class werewolf families. We would never even cross paths with the likes of Samantha or her posse of bourgeois in high school. They completely ignored us and we were fine with that. That was just the way things worked. The day my heart shattered into a million pieces hits me randomly in a wave of painful flashbacks. It was warm that day, about 77 with a nice cool breeze. Werewolves tend to not go outside on the very hot days since even in our human bodies we can easily overheat, so every wolf within a 100 mile radius was at Haven court beach. Jackson had turned 22 last month on June 21, we only had six months to wait until my birthday on December 21st to officially confirm that we were mates. It really did not seem that far fetched to us, we met in grade school and had an instant connection, the stars just seemed aligned. Though we still played it safe since we knew the possibility that we weren’t mates. We were careful, until New Year’s Eve when we both had a little too much fairy juice and forgot to use protection. I didn’t want to keep the baby as I knew how hard it would be for me if he turned out not to be my mate. Jackson begged and pleaded with me and swore that he would never leave me and not even fate herself could keep him away from me and the baby. I laugh to myself thinking about that now; what a load of horse s**t. Jackson had began acting strange the moment we pulled into the beach, I could tell he was distracted but I couldn’t really grasp why. We had just left my six month prenatal appointment with the doctor, our baby girl was perfectly healthy and we even got some good pictures this time. We got out the car to walk the beach, well he walked and I was pretty much wobbling by this point in my pregnancy. I couldn’t help but notice the quizzical look on his face. Me: are you okay love? Jackson: ugh, yeah honey do you smell that? he asked, with his face twisted up in the air as if he was trying to smell the clouds. Me: well there is a hot dog stand over there. I responded happily pointing in the direction of my current craving of the month. Jackson: No babe, this is different, this is… I turn my head back to Jackson hoping to gear him towards the hotdog stand as I had convinced myself that was the incredible scent that we were both smelling just to see Samantha La croix lock eyes with Jackson. The look they gave each other made both myself and the group of people she was with stop in our tracks. My heart sunk. He had found his mate. Samantha had turned 22 that same day July 21. They were exactly one month apart. The car ride home was filled with a heart breaking silence, I tried my best to stop the tears from falling down my face but that just made me cry even more. Jackson didn’t even notice I was crying, his body was here but a piece of him had left me on the beach the moment he laid eyes on Samantha. We got back to the apartment and he attempted to reassure me of the promises he had made to me but I woke up in the middle of the night to see him messaging someone online. I closed my eyes so tight, forcing myself back to sleep, I told myself to have faith and that Jackson wouldn’t leave me, that he loved me. I got ready for work the next morning, Jackson didn’t have to be up for another hour so I kissed him goodbye and left out. When I got back home all his stuff was gone. I tried to call him but he had blocked me, I thought about shifting to trace his scent but I couldn’t risk it with the baby. He had left me. I was too embarrassed to even leave my apartment. I knew that word would travel fast, especially since Jackson was mated with a La Croix. I wasn’t mated yet so I still loved him, which is why this hurt so bad. So I just stayed inside with my thoughts, praying it was just a bad dream. I didn’t eat, speak, or leave my apartment for three days. I was in shock. My heart could not fathom the betrayal, it could not bear his absence. My sister Joyce and I have always been very close, closer than I was to my own parents. We spoke almost everyday. I thank God for my sister. New Haven was a relatively small town so within a few days everyone had heard about Sam and Jackson. After a few days of me not responding to her messages and phone calls Joyce raced over used her spare key to get in and found me in a state I asked her never to mention to anyone. She took me to the emergency room where they cleaned me up, gave me fluids, and refused to discharge me unless I agreed to go see a shrink. I knew word had gotten around to Jackson and I’d secretly hoped he would come to see us. If it was only to make sure that we were okay, but that never happened. Joyce helped me find a place on the outskirts of town, she knew exactly what I needed. It was too hard to even think about the possibility of running into Jackson and Samantha. I just wanted to avoid the town gossip and raise my baby in peace. A little over a year later and life is pretty good for me. I like my new job as I can work from home and I don’t have to be so far away from Lilly all the time. I also make good money, I don’t pay much in rent since I live in a cabin that’s more like a studio apartment. On my busy days, my sister Joyce comes over to help me with Lilly . She takes her on walks or for rides. Joyce takes these visits as opportunities to tell me that I need to go out and mingle so that I can find my mate. Honestly I have been afraid of running into my mate now that I have Lilly. Male wolves are very possessive, having to constantly share you’re mate and their child with another male is not something that they can handle mentally or physically. Of course, my situation is slightly different because Lilly’s father wants nothing to do with her; but like would be upset that I didn’t wait for him? Werewolves are known for their high Labidos, there definitely weren’t many virgins walking around here by 22, but your first pup was always something special most people shared with only their mates. Ugh, I just don’t have the time nor the energy to torture myself with this, but here comes Joyce ready to water board me anyway.