Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Sierra pov.

I quickly pulled away after hearing that shout—it was Linda's voice, and I think she caught us.

I was so caught off guard that I didn't know what I had just done. I ran away and headed to the bathroom, quickly locking the door behind me.

What is going on with me? Why am I making such mistakes? I felt helpless, so I cried, not knowing what to do.

I think it's best if I just leave this place; otherwise, everything will only get worse by the second.

I was so scared of myself; I hated what I had just done every second.

I stayed there, and Dean kept calling my name, asking me to open the door, but I just sat there, not even getting up.

This was worse than what I faced in the Lycan pack. Isn't it better if I just stayed there and became a slave for everyone to use?

"Sierra, open up," Dean's voice pleaded, but I remained silent.

"Please, just open it. I'm sorry."

Hearing him say that, I felt like hitting him. Did he just say he was sorry? He said the opposite a minute ago, and all of this happened.

"Just leave me alone. I'm not your Luna. Let me be."

The way I yelled at him, I was feeling so enraged. How could he even think of pursuing another woman when he already had one with him?

I could hear his heavy breath, and as I listened, I heard him walking out, the sound of the door shutting, and silence all around.

I waited for a while to make sure he had gone, and after not hearing anything, I slowly opened the bathroom door and saw that he was gone.

I ran towards the front door and locked it, not wanting him to come in anymore.

My life is a mess; what have I done to deserve such a cruel life?

I walked over to the bed and lay down, trying to forget everything that had happened.

I closed my eyes and prayed for darkness to take me, so I could fall into a deep sleep and forget that any of this ever happened. But the more I prayed, the more I found my eyes opening.

I was so foolish for thinking he was coming to apologize. Why did I even let him in in the first place?

I closed my eyes and silently prayed for this day to pass, yearning for the comfort of darkness. After a while of my eyes being closed, I noticed that I was beginning to fall asleep.

Maybe if I wake up, everything will just be a dream, and none of this ever happened in the first place. Maybe all the pain was just my imagination.

I closed my eyes with a small smile on my lips as I drifted into a deep sleep, eagerly awaiting what would happen next.

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I woke up the next day feeling incredibly relaxed. As I opened my eyes and surveyed my surroundings, I realized I was still within the ghost pack's territory.

"So this isn't a dream," I whispered to myself, a tinge of disappointment escaping in a sigh, hoping it would all simply vanish.

I rose from my bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I noticed my disheveled appearance and realized a bath was much needed at that moment.

Carefully removing my clothes, I directed my gaze towards my stomach, which seemed to be growing with each passing day. Soon, I would give birth to my child, and perhaps that would be the moment when I would finally reveal to Dean the truth—that I already had an Alpha.

Meeting my own eyes in the mirror, I acknowledged that this decision was made in order to protect my child. It was best to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Once finished bathing, I exited the bathroom and headed towards the wardrobe, which Dean had thoughtfully filled with clothing options for me, in case I wished to wear something different.

I felt grateful for his kindness, but what terrified me most was the fact that Linda would stop at nothing to ensure my downfall. I wasn't prepared to face her.

Leaving the room, I noticed the stillness that enveloped the place. I wondered where everyone had gone and what was transpiring.

With cautious steps, I made my way towards the staircase, only to find everyone gathered in the dining area, patiently awaiting my arrival.

As our eyes met, Linda's gaze sending shivers down my spine, I instinctively looked down and commenced my descent, without another thought.

As I took just five steps, my world suddenly spiraled out of control. I found myself tumbling down the stairs, my body rolling uncontrollably until I finally landed on the hard floor, clutching my stomach in agony.

A sharp, piercing pain tore through me, causing me to let out a desperate cry. I realized I was bleeding, and the realization only intensified my anguish. Unable to contain my torment, I screamed, the sound echoing through the air.

In that moment of despair, Dean swiftly rushed towards me, his concern etched on his face. He gently lifted me up, cradling me in his arms, and without hesitation, he hurriedly carried me to his car. The way he drove, it was as if he was racing against time, as if something incredibly precious was at stake.

With each passing second, my screams filled the confined space of the car, merging with the roar of the engine. Suddenly, the vehicle screeched to a halt, and Dean hastily reached my side, opening the backseat door and carefully extracting me from the car.

My eyes scanned the surroundings, and I realized with a jolt of recognition that we had arrived at the same hospital. Dean, driven by an inexplicable force, propelled me forward, forcefully guiding me inside.

As I was swiftly taken to the emergency room, my senses became muddled, and I lost all awareness of what was happening. Darkness enveloped my consciousness, and my memories grew hazy.

When I eventually regained consciousness, a sense of disorientation washed over me. As I glanced around, I noticed a striking difference - my stomach had noticeably flattened, as if the pregnancy had vanished into thin air.

A wave of fear gripped me, and just as I mustered the strength to rise, the door creaked open, revealing Dean entering the room accompanied by a solemn-looking man in a white coat. Their sorrowful eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn't help but feel a knot tighten in my chest.

"Where is my child?" I managed to utter, my voice trembling, desperately searching for any signs of the baby I had hoped to bring into the world.

Dean approached me, his sadness palpable in his every movement. He reached out, gently placing his hands on mine, his gaze fixed upon me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, tears cascading down his cheeks. "You lost the baby."