Luna Or Not I Gave You An Heir

Chapter 2

I sneered, "You can't be serious, Oscar." Clenching his teeth, he grabbed both my arms and crushed them by my side, "It's Alpha Oscar to you now, Liliana, and Nadia is your Luna, and I forbid you to show her any disrespect." Now get out of here before I do something that both of us will regret."

As he shoved me out the door, I gazed back at him in disbelief. That wasn't the Oscar I remembered, and that wasn't the Nadia I remembered. Growing up without parents, Nadia and Oscar were the only people I knew, but now I had no one and was alone in the world.

"Toddles," Nadia called behind me as Oscar shut the door in my face.

~Liliana .

It had been two weeks since my sister and lover had betrayed me, and another two weeks since I had been confined to a corner of the royal maids' chamber to work as a personal maid to my sister, Nadia.

I had previously refused to serve her and returned to our house, only to be greeted by strangers who informed me that my sister had sold our house; Nadia had sold the only place I had ever called home. I buried my head between my shoulders and accepted my job as her personal maid, well aware that I would be sharing the Adonise area with Oscar.

And what about Oscar? Nadia did everything she could to bring him and his adoration to my attention, always ready to invite me to their 'newlyweds' private time, inviting me to their room anytime Oscar was about in the disguise of wanting to talk to her sister.

I was no sister to Nadia, perhaps a rival and a conqueror, but a sister? That was the least she thought of me. I had been blaming my parents for abandoning me in this cruel, wicked world; if they had been here, I would not have been working as a maid in the palace. If I had known them, perhaps I would have been enjoying my finest life in a remote corner of the planet...

Trista grumbled as she turned to face me, and I sniffled.

"Ugh, not again, Liliana, I'm getting tired of your tears."

"I'm sorry," I replied, wiping my tears away and turning my face to the wall. I didn't need to bother others with my misery, especially Trista, who was doing everything she could to make sure I was okay.

"Oh, Liliana, you know I didn't mean it that way; I just hate seeing you cry over these people." Nobody, especially your sister and her husband, should be the cause of your tears." Trista was a friend I made while I was Oscar's girlfriend, and she has been the only person who has stood by me after Oscar's treachery. "God, Liliana, you're burning up." I winced as Trista's thumb brushed up against my neck.

"I'm fine, Trista." My fever started about four days ago, and it only got worse with each passing day; the headache, body pains, and nausea were all strange and frightening, and the last thing I wanted to do was report to Nadia because I knew she'd use it as an excuse to punish me even more.

"I'll take the aspirin and I'll be fine," which was a lie because I'd been taking it for four days with no change, but how could I be better when all my sister did was stress me out?

The morning came quickly, and I awoke feeling a little light-headed than usual, with my stomach churning from the aroma of the soap the maids had used while bathing, and eventually throwing up due to the scent of my soap. When I finished cleaning, I went to Nadia's room, where I found her still sleeping with a pile of clothes in the corner.

I sighed and picked up the clothing before returning to my chores for the day, and Nadia's washing was the main chore of each day. The room began to spin as I sorted the clothes; I leaned against the wall and pressed my fingers against my temples, but this did not stop the lightheadedness or the headache. I closed my eyes and attempted to take deep breaths, but it did little to alleviate my discomfort.

"Trista! Trista!"" I yelled, clutching the washing machine to keep myself steady. After receiving no response from Trista, I began working on the clothes to avoid Nadia's fury because I knew Nadia wouldn't accept my illness as an excuse.

As my head whirled again, I let out a gasp. My head became heavy, and my eyesight became blurred.

"Trista! Trista!"" I screamed again at the top of my lungs, this time terrified. I wasn't sure whether she heard me, so I pushed myself out of the washing machine and headed for the door, thinking that it would be best if I returned to the maids' section.

"Liliana," Trista said as she ran into the room, and the horror in her eyes was the last thing I saw before collapsing to the floor.

****

As I peeled open my eyelids, the fragrance of disinfectant drifted through my nostrils and a bright light struck them. I pushed my elbows into the bed and propped myself up on the bed just as Trista and the doctor entered the ward. I was at the royal clinic, and I could smell Dr. Orson and disinfection at any time.

"Thank God you're awake, Liliana," Trista said as she dashed to my side, "I was worried something had happened to you when you passed out in front of me."

"Yeah, she was ready to snap me in two on your behalf," Dr. Orson said from a distance.

"I have to return to my duties, but don't worry, I'll be back soon, and don't worry, I'll do my best to cover for you." I smiled and nodded as I watched her leave the room and Dr. Orson approach me.

"I come bearing news, Ms-," he said, pulling an envelope from his medical coat pocket and reading, "Ms. Dario."

I c****d an eyebrow at his upbeat demeanour since I knew there was nothing going on in my life that justified such glee.

"What is that doctor's news?""

"Good news," he said, holding out the envelope, "you are three weeks pregnant, Ms. Dario."

"Wha- what do you mean?" I grabbed the envelope from Dr. Orson and pulled out the test results, only to see the words 'positive' and 'twenty-one days pregnant' glaring back at me. "This can't be possible, I can't be pregnant."

"But that's your name written on the result, isn't it?" I looked down at the paper, and my name, Liliana Dario, was clearly written on it.

I held the paper in my hands and rose from the bed, uninterested in any other word she had to say, though catching a few words about a strong foetus and a weak womb, but I couldn't care less.

When I stepped into the starless gloomy night, the streets were deserted and lonely, and the moon had likewise refused to show its lights onto the earth or, perhaps, upon me. The chirping of the crickets and the hooting of the owls were my only escorts as I limped back to the palace.

I knew who I was pregnant for because he was the only man I knew, but what was I to say to him? With my sister as his wife? Would he even entertain the subject after he had already decided to be with Nadia? Heck! How was I going to tell him I was pregnant for him?

My legs gave out, causing me to smash into the rocky ground, with scraped palms and knees as evidence of my fall.

'You are not weak, Liliana', Myla, my wolf, whispered as I blinked back tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. 'If you talk to him about it, he'll accept you. You're with his child, Liliana, and he'd never turn you down."

"I am with his child," I murmured into the cold night as I rubbed my stomach, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I am with his child," I said again as I dragged myself up the hill, determined to tell him the good news.

I decided to write a letter to Oscar, knowing he would not respond to my messages, as he has done since he was crowned king. I slid into his study and placed the letter in the middle of the book I was certain he was currently reading, knowing he would return to the study to finish before retiring for the night.

I dashed back to the maid's room and waited for Oscar to summon me or, more accurately, to come looking for me.

Nearly three hours later, there was a tap on my door, and I sprang out of bed, despite my lack of strength, and rushed to the door, only to see a guard from the palace standing in front of my door, holding an envelope sealed with the royal seal.

As I accepted the letter from him, my heart pounded against the walls of my chest.

'Why didn't he send for me?' I thought. 'Didn't this merit a thorough deliberation?'

I grabbed the letter from the guard before locking the door and pushing my back against it. With shaking hands, I tore the letter and hurriedly read through the black ink content.

With each paragraph I read, my heart sank and my shoulders sagged.

"You dare to mess with me, Liliana. But, games or no games, I, Oscar Callum, your Alpha King, repudiate your claims and whatever it is you claim to carry. I, Oscar Callum, deny any conduct that led in the accusations you appear to have.

And, if your claim is valid, I recommend that you drop it. Take care of it and never speak of it to anyone if you want to live to see another day.