Marie's pov.
I feel her hot breath fan against me soon leaving me restless, she knows it's not just my sickness.
Or perhaps being the over-thinker that I am, it has come down to this, I do not know the best at which I should explain but one thing I know certainly is that I would never underestimate Sarah.
Judging from the previous memories of how badly beaten I had gotten by her I can now say with total confidence that she is the devil herself.
I see her green bright eyes stare back into my orbs as if trying to suck out my soul.
"It's never anything good, at least not with you, I'm guessing your sickness should have an odd label to its ending," she says but I do not respond.
I tuck my belly in even though I barely have a bump and he is still early but I would not take a chance around Sarah.
She finds out one single thing about me and it's simply my impending doom.
She snorts and with one last glare, she walks out of the restroom leaving me all to my roles and despair.
I look at my reflection in the mirror, I seem to be looking worse than before, my face having pores it did not have before and my nose seems to be getting wider and bigger.
Or could it be that I had begun to see things all over again, it could be me thinking so far it could be things were changing but above all, I had little time before people began to get suspicious about me.
I walk slowly out of the restroom and head straight up to my bedroom, I need more rest even for doing nothing at all.
Loud claps and laughter erupts in the crowd which suddenly reminds me of my Cursed fate.
I'm pregnant for the alpha king of all people, the more I think about it the more it seems surreal to me.
It could have just been a normal person, an average wolf who might also want a baby, but I would not even dare to think the alpha king wants a child from me.
There are many other alpha females who are pretty sure to keep throwing themselves at him.
There are she-wolves inmates and yearning to be with him, let's say he decided to go so low to the fur level of an omega I would certainly not be on the list of those he would fancy.
Even as omega there are beautiful ones that admit us, and there are cold and gentle ones, some had the luck of having wealthy parents while some of us are stuck as nothing but the pack slave and we have to live up to the name for the rest of our lives.
The lowest of the food chain, who keeps scrubbing floors, washing dishes, cleaning around, and sent on errands.
A fate I would never choose but get imposed on me, as for that I do not think he would even get to notice me. then comes up the nightmare,
What if I cross paths with him? How am I to look him in the eye? He would forever think I'm nothing but a kit who had given her body away to a complete stranger she knows nothing about.
I had approached him without shame, the alcohol had given me a boost of confidence I had never for once thought I had.
All I wanted to do was have fun and get rid of the pain from rejection, Eric had known from the very beginning that I was his yet he kept it hidden from me.
He knew he would end up rejecting me yet still he didn't flinch a bit, he kept on being good to me having small talks with me, rolling me into believing he was a good person, now I think if he's far now worse than Sarah is.
Being the way I am little or no choice was what I had left in me, I was going through an unbearable pain at the moment I knew we needed to get rid of it, I needed to have peace of some sort,
I knew I needed personal space but then this is what happened, this is how I ended up.
The intention I carried in me was simply to have a one-night stand with a man whom I would never meet. I wanted to feel the pleasure I had longed for.
I wanted to let go and let it all loose, I wanted to run wild and for once lose morals for a single night.
Had I known I'd get pregnant I would have set off and headed back home immediately I had the drink.
But then again, he had gotten drunk, and well, the previous night seemed to fizzle out in a haze.
I could barely catch his scent, it was not so easy to approach him but he seemed to catch on quite quickly although he didn't seem much of a talker.
Could it be that he would not recognize me? perhaps there was still a slight chance that nothing would occur,
I'm a slave after all and he an alpha king chances that we might meet are really, low
I would run and hide for the bin when the need is, I would stay away from his waters and try to be a slave to Sarah even though I do not know which could be worse.
This pregnancy is the worst nightmare to happen to me, I sigh as I drag up my greys with my eyes Pinned To the ground.
These few hours of looking up at anyone in the eyes seemed to have turned out to be a very hard task.
I feel my head air something broad, looking down clearly I see feet, I feel my heart thud as I catch a whiff of the scent,
One and thing to another.