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“You can cry, my love. It’s okay,” said Marrok, his arms encircling me, but I violently pulled away from him.
“Let go of me!” I screamed, and he released me as I stalked towards the nasty bedroom.
I slammed the door shut behind me. The bed smelled like mothballs, but I didn’t care. I collapsed onto it, curling up into a fetal position as I tried to regain some semblance of control over my shaking body.
He was trying to mess with my mind and make me believe a false narrative of Wayne. He and his pack did care about me. They took care of me without hesitation in every way, and we connected every night on a deeper level.
“How did I end up here?” I said out loud, my heart aching as I missed Wayne. “Stuck in the middle of nowhere with a psychotic alpha who thinks we’re fucking married…”
I could hear the static of the television turning on in the living room. Marrok was clearly relaxed now, settling in to watch something. As my eyes slid closed, I prayed that my alphas would find me before it was too late.
Later that same evening,I awoke suddenly with a stabbing pain in my lower belly, ripping me from my sleep. The pain was like a sharp squeeze, radiating outwards with an increasing intensity.
I bit back a scream, desperate not to alert Marrok.
Glancing down, I saw that my water had broken while I slept. There was a large wet spot underneath me, and terror went through me, scared of what would happen. My water broke, and I was still stuck here in the middle of nowhere.
Marrok couldn’t know what was happening. I had to find some way to save my baby.
Panic rose within me as I tried to crawl away from the dampness of the blanket beneath me. The television still droned on in the living room, ominous music playing. It sounded like a crime documentary. A sudden contraction took over my entire body, and I held back a moan. It was painful, but I knew I was in for more contractions waiting to happen. This was my first baby, and I was terrified of giving birth.
Stuffing the edge of the pillow against my mouth, I stifled my gasps of pain.
The intensity was unbearable, like a band wrapped tight around me, squeezing relentlessly. Tears streamed down my face as I bit into the blanket while laying on my back, even more worried for myself and the baby. The window was boarded up, and the cramped, confining space reminded me that there was noescape. My only hope was to get through the living room and out the front door, but that was impossible since Marrok was sitting there.
As another wave of pain subsided, I wondered how much time I had left before giving birth. I decided to wait, hoping Marrok would fall asleep so I could attempt to run again. Shakily, I stood, clutching the wall for balance as I wobbled towards the door, gritting my teeth. Cracking it open, I peered out to see Marrok sitting upright on the couch, wide awake and engrossed in his documentary.
“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, slowly closing the door so as not to draw his attention. Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes through another contraction as I tried to think of a plan. Lying on my side of the mattress, I curled up and waited, hoping for a chance to escape.
I suddenly woke with a start from contractions wracking my body with more force now, and I realized an entire hour had passed when I glanced at the clock on the wall.
Desperate for some relief, I lay on my back, only to feel a sudden urge to push.
Silent tears streamed down my face as I reached between my legs, finding that I was dilated significantly. The pain consumed me like a raging fire in my belly, and the crushing pressure was all I could focus on.
Unable to hold back any longer, a scream tore from my throat.
“I’m coming, honey!” said Marrok, his loud footsteps rushing towards me.
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Ruby
Marrok’s wild eyes bore into mine as he burst into the room. I tried to close my legs, but it was too late- he had already seen that I was in the middle of labor. A twisted smile curled on his lips.
“This is perfect,” he said. “Just in time.”
“Please,” I begged, my voice shaking. “Don’t hurt my baby.” But he just laughed, which confirmed that he wasn’t changing his mind.
“Why would I keep the spawn of another pack?” he sneered. “You’ll feel better once this burden is eliminated from our relationship. And your beautiful scent will go back to normal.”
With predatory grace, he knelt between my legs and placed his hands on my thighs.
“Go away,” I cried as another contraction, harder this time, ripped through me.
“Push,” he said with a wide smile.
The urge to push came again, and I screamed as I did. Something shiny caught my eye, and I saw the glint of a knife in Marrok’s hand.
