As I rub my painfully sore body with soap, I wince in pain. My body is covered with purple blotches, particularly on my chest. He must have paid special attention to my bosoms. I feel a rush of heat to my face simply thinking about someone putting their lips and tongue on my breasts. I don't even remember how that might have felt. And that thought alone is enough to dampen my spirits. I wanted my first time to be special, with my moon-blessed. I wished to feel his lips against mine, how his hand would roam around my body, how he would whisper sweet nothings in my ear while he would make love to me. I wished to feel everything. But here I was, rubbing the scent of some male off my body, wondering how it must have felt. I gave myself over to a male whom I might never see again in order to simply quench the flame of some filthy desire. It would be preferable though. It would be better if I never saw that male again. And I'm glad I was drunk enough to not even remember his face.
Nausea, a rising sensation that begins as soon as I wake up and continues to rise throughout the day. It is uncontrollable, and I frequently opt to lie down far away from the pack's ruckus in the comforts of my own house. My eyes and hearing have gotten so sensitive that any sound beyond a certain level causes me a throbbing headache, so I've been keeping to myself. Curtains closed; door shut. My body is burning up, yet I don't have a fever; my flesh is simply boiling. Since I can't retain foods in my stomach for long, my mother made sure to convert my diet to fluids.
My body freezes and I shiver constantly during the night, so my mother has to remain with me at night to watch over me and make sure I don't freeze to death. I have been overcome with panic since, despite the fact that I've been terribly ill in the past, this is the first time that no medicine from the healer has worked to even remotely alleviate my misery. And to top that off, there is this heavy feeling that has been slowly setting inside me. It seems like a heavy burden that crushes me at times, yet it also somewhat calms my insides. With a faint click, my brother's scent pours, permeating the air. His footsteps are faint and his breathing is light; he doesn't want to wake me and tries to be as quiet as possible. He peers over the blankets to see if I'm asleep since I'm concealed behind the covers with only my eyes showing.
"You are awake!" He exclaims as he sits by my side on the bed. I give him a brief nod, and he assists me in sitting up.
“What happened?” I whisper and he stands up.
“Mother asked me to take you downstairs.”
“For what?” I ask
“To visit the healer.” He says and I groan.
"How many healers does she want me to visit!"
"Don't bother asking me. She just wants you to get better." I sigh as he raises his arm in surrender.
"I, too, want to get better."
As soon as my mother and I enter the chamber of the chief healer, the smell of herbs and medication makes me gag.
"Dama Bertha." Silvija bows respectfully to my mother and scans me from head to toe. Silvija turns to face my mother as I settle down on the soft bed. (lady)
"Anything else other than what you told me, Dama Bertha?" She inquires, and my mother shakes her head.
The healer nods, preparing her equipment for a check up. She walks closer to me, bringing the instrument hidden behind a curtain. It looks like a flat, round-edged stick with a soft cushion on the tip.
She spreads my legs and pushes the rod into my body without hesitation or warning. I cringe in discomfort as a scowl forms on my face. Why did she just put that thing into me?
She sweeps over my walls from side to side. She drew the thing out of me as quickly as she entered it. Her eyes darkened, and she cleansed her fingers, tossing the stick into the garbage can.
My mind is consumed with fear-filled questions. Why is she being so quiet? What has happened to me? Am I going to die! I still haven't found my male! How will she-
"She is pregnant!" Goddess! I am going to die! My mother's head shots towards me. My heart stops and my mouth opens wide. My eyes are wide with terror as my mother stares at me with dead eyes. I gasp as my palm clamp over my mouth. As my mother turns to face the healer, tears trickle down my cheek.
"How far along? She asks the healer.
"Seven weeks, Dama Bertha." Mother immediately shuts her eyes as the healer responds.
"This news must not get out of this room. Am I understood!" Mother roars and she bows her head. I flinch as a wave of growls shakes her chest and she turns to me.
"M-mother," I stutter as she walks closer to me. I'd never seen her that enraged in my entire existence. She looks as if she will tear me apart in this instance. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out as a sudden surge of scorching fire dries and scorches my throat. I place my palm over my throat as I feel as though my airway is closing in on me and I can't breathe. I can't breathe as I gasp for air. My vision becomes blurry as my body begins to shake violently. I can see my mother's silhouette rushing near me and screaming something but I can't hear any of it. There is this deafening hum in my head as the pain only grows.
As I scream in agony, my body twists and bends in every direction throwing me off of the bed. My heart beats faster as the piercing noises of my bones shattering one after the other fill my head. As I scream at the top of my lungs and quake in anguish, the broken bones rip through my skin. I can feel my torso's flesh changing shape and tendons tearing. I look down to see my skin stretch, the tan skin fading into sprouting thick bluish grey fur, razor-sharp claws push through from each nail-bed and pointed canines struggle through my gums and push against my lower lip. Tearing the soft tissue of my lip and drawing blood in the process.
I watch through the glowing orbs of my beast as she is finally born. She struggles to get onto her legs as she looks up at the world with her own eyes and in her true form. I look up at my mother through her eyes and my beast whimpers as we see tears in our mothers' eyes. I finally have my wolf, my other self, but it isn't the most joyous moment I had dreamed of. My mother's crying visage is the last thing I see as my wolf collapses, unable to support her body on her frail legs.
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Hey my lovelies,
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Nesta finally has her wolf and she is pregnant! I bet you guys thought I would be cruel and not actually give our dear Nesta her wolf, but I'm not that cruel ;)
The next chapter will be exciting. Wanna know why? We will finally meet our male lead! And their journey will truly begin. Also this is the first time I am attempting to write in first person point of view, so please bear with me while I learn and hone my skills.
Happy reading,
Daisy Chaseley.