Krista's POV:
I ignored Serena's gloating and continued to pack my things. As someone exiled from the pack, I could no longer stay in this family.
I ignored Serena, but she wouldn't let me go. She walked to my side and circled me. "My dear sister, I'm curious about what you did to make Dad so angry that he ruthlessly exiled you." She sniffed and said, "You really have a sex life?"
Her gaze fell on my stomach, suddenly causing me to be on guard. My father had covered up my pregnancy. No one else knew other than the doctor, my father, and I. If a werewolf who had yet to transform and had not found a mate were to lose her virginity in advance, it would be a disgrace to the werewolf race and also bring shame to the entire pack. Thus, my father would never reveal my pregnancy. Serena could not know about it.
"Serena, you must be responsible for your words and actions." I looked at Serena with a straight face. I knew Serena had always wanted to find my faults and snatch my position as the Alpha. Now, she was about to get what she wanted. However, this did not mean that Serena could act like a tyrant in my head. "Why don't I call Dad over and get him to explain why I am exiled?"
"Don't be angry, my dear sister. I was just guessing." Serena waved her hand and looked at the luggage I had packed. Then, she smiled and said, "I'm only here to send you off with good intentions. Since you don't welcome me, I won't be in a hurry to make others dislike me."
After saying that, Serena turned and walked toward the door. Just as she reached the door, she suddenly turned around and looked at me. "Oh right, there's something I forgot to tell you, Krista. Dad said he'll take me to deal with the pack's affairs tomorrow. What do you think he meant?"
My expression instantly changed upon hearing this. Even though I had already guessed that Serena would take my place, I still couldn't maintain my calm when she proudly showed off in front of me.
When Serena saw my expression, the corners of her lips curled up in delight before she walked away gracefully. And I, like a stray dog, had to move out of this house that I'd lived in for eighteen years overnight.
Ten months later, in a hospital in the suburbs.
I was lying on the hospital bed with my newborn baby beside me. It was a boy, and his body was wrinkly. I gently touched the child's fingers. They were soft, tender, and very cute. Instantly, the pain of giving birth in the delivery room for several hours seemed to have disappeared.
A woman had also just given birth in the ward next to mine. Her husband was busy beside her, taking care of her tenderly. I looked at them with envy. The ten months of exile had made me experience too much heartache, and I had also felt too many mocking gazes.
I came to the hospital alone to give birth. The doctors and nurses who delivered the baby gave me strange looks because I had no relatives by my side, let alone a husband. In their eyes, I might be a woman who didn't care about herself, so I got pregnant.
Just like now, I was very hungry. Giving birth had consumed most of my strength. In addition, I hadn't transformed yet and couldn't have the self-healing ability of a werewolf, so my situation was even worse.
A nurse came to check on the room. I wanted to ask her for help to get me something to eat, but the nurse simply looked at me coldly and told me that lunchtime had passed. I stepped back and wanted some water to drink, but the nurse had already left, ignoring my pleading gaze.
I pressed down on my aching stomach and tried to get up to pour myself a glass of water, but my wound hurt even when I moved. My movements also shocked the sleeping child. He waved his little hands and cried loudly.
I couldn't care less about the pain from my wound. I quickly held the child in my arms and coaxed him softly, but he continued crying loudly. I could feel the people in the ward looking at me warily. I endured the helplessness and threw them an apologetic look.
At this moment, a female doctor in a white coat walked toward me. She looked very kind and even had a smile on her face. The gaze she gave me was not of disdain, which made my nervous heart relax a little. Just as I was about to ask the female doctor for help, I saw her standing in front of me. She bent over and looked at the child in my arms with a smile. "So adorable, but it's a pity he has a cheap mother."