Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Sierra pov.

Just hearing what the doctor said, I felt so shocked that I could not move or think anymore. It was as if a cold wave had washed over me, leaving me drenched and in need of someone to dry me off.

I discovered that I was pregnant, but how? I looked at Henry, who stared back at me in surprise. Then my gaze shifted to the doctor, who wore a smile on his face as he looked at me.

All this time, I had been carrying a child within me, completely unaware. My hands moved instinctively to my stomach, as if trying to grasp the truth of it all.

"Sierra," I heard my name, and I turned to face Henry, who looked at me with concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded, but remained silent, unable to find the words to express my feelings.

"I suppose I will leave you both alone," the doctor said, as he turned and walked away, leaving just Henry and me in the room.

I sat on the bed, my thoughts in disarray. What would become of my life now that I was pregnant? I turned my head to look at Henry, who moved closer and placed his hand gently on my shoulder, attempting to comfort me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I struggled to comprehend what had just transpired.

"Aren't you happy?" Henry asked, bringing me back from my reverie.

I turned to him, unsure of the appropriate expression to display. How could I be happy? I knew full well that William and I were no longer together, and now I had discovered I was pregnant with his child.

Why couldn't this have happened earlier, during the happy times with William? Why now?

I turned away, gently pulling Henry's hands away from my shoulder. I lay down, tears streaming down my face, and closed my eyes, seeking a moment of solace to contemplate what to do with this unexpected pregnancy.

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I woke up to the gentle embrace of a warm hand wrapped around my body, and as I turned, my gaze fell upon Henry, peacefully slumbering by my side. His face, a portrait of tranquility, elicited a smile from deep within my soul.

In that moment, an overwhelming desire to caress his visage overcame me. I yearned to confess how fervently I wished he were the father of my child. Yet, I chose to suppress my emotions, closing my eyes, attempting to push those thoughts aside.

"Sierra."

My eyes fluttered open, only to find Henry now gazing at me, his countenance betraying concern.

"Are you truly okay?" he inquired, his voice tinged with worry.

I longed to reveal the depth of my anguish, for I found myself caught in the tumultuous whirlwind of an unexpected pregnancy, consumed by confusion regarding the path I should tread.

"Am I cursed, Henry?" I uttered, meeting his gaze. "Was my existence destined for suffering? Why must I endure such trials?"

Henry drew me closer to him, tenderly cradling my head upon his shoulder.

"Fear not, Sierra. With this child, you shall rightfully reclaim your place as the Luna, commanding the respect of all who cross your path."

Pulling away slightly, I locked my eyes with his, searching for solace within his unwavering stare.

"But why should they suddenly love me? Merely because I carry a child?" I exclaimed, though I knew I lacked the strength to sustain such fervor.

"I love Williams with every fiber of my being, yet he callously discarded me, treating me as naught but refuse. Now, you ask me to prove my condition to everyone? I refuse."

As I attempted to rise, an agonizing pain pierced through my abdomen, causing me to cry out in anguish.

"Are you alright?" Henry sprang to his feet, his hands reaching out to steady me.

"I am fine," I replied, gently pushing his hands away, determined to stand on my own. I walked towards the bathroom, securing the door behind me to deter his concern.

Approaching the tap, I turned it on, allowing the water to cascade into the basin. Cupping my hands, I scooped a small amount and splashed it onto my face, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame, rendering me mute. Why must regret and heartbreak saturate my every action?

I placed my hands over my head, overwhelmed with emotions, feeling an intense urge to scream out my self-loathing. It was the first day of this ordeal, and I despised myself completely.

"Sierra, are you sure you're okay?" Henry's concerned voice seeped through the bathroom door, but I simply stared at my reflection with a seething hatred.

"Why?" I managed to whisper, as I struck the tap with such force that it shattered, causing my eyes to transform into a piercing shade of blue.

"Why does it have to be me? Why?" The question escaped my lips, barely audible amidst my growing despair.

I sensed my claws emerging, accompanied by the sharpening and elongation of my teeth. My bones cracked, and my neck contorted, as a transformation took hold of me.

"Sierra," Herny's voice grew louder, yet I wasn't in the mindset to respond just yet.

I shattered the mirror, watching the shards scatter across the floor. After completing my metamorphosis into a wolf, the door finally gave way, revealing Henry, his eyes aglow with a matching hue of yellow.

"Sierra, calm down," he attempted to soothe me, but I remained unresponsive, consumed by anger, and yearning to do something reckless.

As I prepared to leap through the bathroom window, his voice halted me mid-motion.

"Sierra, listen to me. You don't have to go through with this, or whatever it is you're planning. I understand that you don't want the child, but please, just relax. We can find a solution. Let me help you, Sierra."

Gazing at him, a mixture of doubt and affection intertwined within me, uncertain whether to trust his words. Nonetheless, I believed it would be best to distance myself for now.

With tear-filled eyes fixed upon Henry, I linked my thoughts to him.

"Am sorry."

And with those parting words, I leapt down and fled, venturing far away, seeking solace in a place where no one could ever find me.