Part Six: Deadly Prank
Time passed and my love for Sloane never weaned. He knew the only way he could get revenge was to make sure I was with him while each moment was a reminder that I was nothing but a means to pass time for him.
My birthday was on 2nd of October but Sloane always gave me chocolate and strawberry on the 2nd of September because it was the day he and Vera became lovers.
A few years after our dreadful wedding, the moon goddess blessed me with the fruit of the womb but just the idea of me carrying Sloane’s child repulsed him so much. In his words, he would rather die childless than allow a trash like me to bear his seed.
The fear of what Sloane might do to me clouded my judgement so I obliged and got rid of the pregnancy.
When his family, especially his mum found out that I denied her the privilege of carrying her grandchild, she cursed at me. They all turned their backs, and Sloane took advantage, saying it was all my idea to render him childless.
His mum could not hide her anger and resentment towards me. She had always seen me as one that was too loyal and faithful, so it was easy for her to trample on me. But I was still bleeding, secretly crying about losing my child. and I couldn’t respond to their accusations.
When I thought Sloane would say something to calm his mum, he just watched as they hauled insults on me without uttering a word.
Time went by swiftly and the moon goddess blessed me with fruit of the womb but before I would be threatened and insulted, I did the needful and evacuated it. All I did was place the doctor’s report in front of Sloane.
“How dare you? How could you be so heartless? Killing our child? Sloane roared, his anger almost visible.
I laughed.
“You suddenly want to have kids with cheap garbage like me? Or is the idea of dying childless scary to you now?
His eyes shot daggers at me, his fist clenched, almost as if he could swallow me. But just then, he walked past me.
“No need crying over spilt milk. You have done your worst. Killing our child
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with your witchcraft”
“Always getting pregnant would not make me love you Seline. Stop acting like the good one and killing innocent kids. You can never win my heart“.
“Don’t you feel irritated by your acts of callousness?” Sloane yelled as he threw the glass in his hand on the wall.
Everyone in the palace was shocked. They all thought the Alpha was losing his mind while the others were happy, he was letting out what he had. trapped in his mind.
Collins was in the throne room, stunned as well at how Sloane reacted.
Sloane noticed Collins‘ confusion and the way the eyes of everyone around was fixed on him, so he began to laugh.
“You win Seline, you can cut the crab now”
I laughed, and wished he could hear me.
This was not a prank. I was no longer in the world of the living.
Collins urged Sloane to take a closer look at the charred bodies in the morgue, hopefully he would be able to identify me. The tension in the room. was palpable as Collins tried to persuade Sloane to take a look.
Sloane’s eyes became dim, reality dawning on him. The eyes of everyone in the room were not looking cheerful, he knew it was not a prank.
He took the list from the soldier and scanned through it again, all the names written were accounted for and stamped by each of the white wolves, only mine was missing.
The list fell from his hands, as he sped away into the morgue to verify the
news.
