Chapter 3 ANOTHER SHOCK

SUSAN'S POINT OF VIEW

I sat on my bed pondering over Jane, and Darcy's offer.

Since I had nowhere to go they offered me a separate and desolate place to stay in the outskirts of the pack until I found a place to go.

I had ten hours to decide whether I'm taking their offer or not.

If I turned down their offer, I would have to leave the pack tonight.

Confusion settled in the middle of my heart as I wondered if this is not another plan for Darcy and Jane to humiliate me or even kill me.

I didn't have anywhere to go, and I can't afford to be a rogue or a lone wolf, I would be prone to attacks and may eventually get killed.

I sought advice from my maidservant, and she advised me to stay until l had enough money to move to the human world and start a better life.

I listened to her advice and agreed. Night came, and Jane and Darcy marched into my room, but this time they didn't come alone, they came with some guards.

"So are taking the offer or not," Darcy spoke first.

"I will take the offer," I replied coldly.

"Good," Jane said happily.

"I'm not a bad stepsister after all,"

"Pack her bags to the special place," Darcy ordered the guards.

The three of us stepped out of my room as the guards began to pack my properties out of the room I have stayed in for three years.

Jane flipped her hair and I saw a diamond mark sparkling on her neck.

Darcy didn't even waste time in marking her, but he kept me for three whole years without sitting next to me in public, let alone marking me.

Tears pooled up in my eyes, I inhaled and exhaled quietly, but it didn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheek.

"Poor child, the rejection is taking a toll on you, it's just for the meantime, you will be fine," Jane said mockingly.

Darcy looked at me blankly and hissed.

"Follow them," he said to me, pointing to the guards.

I settled in my new apartment. Shortly after, dinner was brought to me by another maidservant. I ate sorrowfully while sitting on my bed thinking about how my life had changed drastically within twenty-four hours when the door creaked open and a hefty man walked in.

I trembled and fear gripped my heart as he walked towards me.

"Please, don't kill me, I'm nobody, I have only one hundred dollars, I can give you if you want, please don't harm me," I pleaded tearfully.

He laughed loudly and sat beside me, his weight made the bed shake.

"Has anyone ever told you, you worry too much?" his deep and husky voice asked.

"No," I answered innocently.

"Let's make it brief and short. I was happy when they brought your deal to me," he said.

I had no clue of who or what he was talking about, but I didn't dare to question him or act clueless.

He showed me his gun, and chills went down my spines.

Was he going to kill me?

"Just as you are thinking, I was paid to kill you tonight, but I see you are a sexy girl, so

I will spare your life and have a taste of you," his eyes hovering round my body.

I shifted farther from him, and tried to run out of the room, but he grabbed me by my hand and pushed me back to the bed.

"Don't think for a second that you can outrun me," he warned, pinning me between his long and thick legs.

I struggled, I hit him, I cried, and begged, but he was determined to have his way with me.

He covered my mouth with his wide palm, making me grasp for breath as he made his way with me.

He went in and out of me roughly until he reached his climax, I lay under his body like the devoured prey that I was, and I watched him buckle his belt and dashed out of the room.

My knee grew weak and standing up seemed almost impossible, his bitter sweat was dripping from my body and his masculine scent mixed with his whiskey-smelly breath caused nausea in my stomach, giving me an urge to throw up.

The urge grew intensely, and I quickly rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

I cleaned my body and waited patiently for the new day to get brighter, so I can go see the pack doctor for proper internal cleansing because I don't want to have a child for a rapist like my mother had me.

I cried myself to bed only to be woken up by the sun ray penetrating the window. I slowly opened my eyes and my gaze fell on a small black gun at the edge of my bed.

"That monster forgot his gun," I muttered.

Without wasting one more second, I hid the gun in my safe box and got dressed to go to the pack clinic.

"Good morning Luna," the pack doctor's assistant greeted me immediately I entered the clinic.

I responded with a short smile and asked her to bring my card.

Didn't she hear the news? I have been rejected, and I was never a Luna.

There has never been a month I didn't come here for a pregnancy test and checkups when I was mated to Darcy. I unclenched my jaw and exhaled forcefully to suppress the anxiety I was feeling.

The card was brought out and I explained how I was feeling to the doctor, and asked for some cleansing.

He simply nodded, and ordered his assistance to withdraw my blood.

I sat quietly waiting for my results. My heart pounded rapidly. The fear of what the test results could be gave way to greater anxiety.

Ten minutes later, the doctor was back, and he held a white envelope in his hand.

"Here is the result," the doctor's voice, stirring up the fear in my heart.

My hands trembled uncontrollably as I collected the result from the pack doctor. Opening the envelope my palm became sweaty. My eyes widened as I saw the test result, I blinked rapidly trying to process the unexpected revelation, my mind struggling to reconcile with the reality I held in my cold hands.