03

Eight months later,

There were a lot of women in the same hospital room I was in. I saw a lot of people come visit their loved ones that had recently been put to bed; there were ripples of excitement all over them. Loved ones came and took away the pains the woman went through while giving birth.

Loved ones came to appreciate the mother and the child; unfortunately, no one came for me; no loved one visited me; no one cared about me and my son; they all abandoned me even though I am a first-time mom. How can a family abandon their own child over falling into pregnancy with someone who isn't her mate? What sort of stupid tradition is this? I feel so lonely; my world is crumbling apart.

Even the woman opposite me told me her partner abandoned her; her parents took her in and took good care of her.

The hospital workers, especially the midwives, showed no mercy to me. They all treated me less. I was able to get a few things before my delivery with the money I saved from my father.

"Don't touch her; don't touch that rogue whore," one of the midwives said to her colleague. It is very difficult to not worry over the way they treated me; they would bathe other babies but wouldn't bathe mine.

What hurts me the most is that, as the Alpha's daughter, the supposed Luna of my father's pack, I am now an object of Mockery; my title was stripped off; I cannot step my foot into our territory except by hiding; all this just because of a one-night sex, an experience I hold no grid on.

Clicking her tongue while clattering the pair of scissors in her hands, she gazed at my little Leo and said, "He is so pretty."

She brought out the thermometer from the tray to check my baby. She is beautiful with her curly long hair and a bluish eye color.

"Who is the father of the child?" How about your parents? I have relatives I haven't seen since I resumed work today."

She is the first nurse who has shown a little concern for me and my baby.

A few minutes later, the mean nurse came to us. Apart from her frowning, old-wrinkled face, she had an ugly dentition, with her canines all very long and not equal. While holding our chats, I noticed her disgusted looks on us, which she could not hide.

My baby started crying, and I needed water too.

"Please, can I get some water from you?" I haven't even had any in the last 24 hours, and my throat is beginning to hurt.

She looked at me and sighed, "I pity the poor little babe; it is a shame her mother was a whore, a stupid girl that went to get pregnant with someone that is not her mate."

Well, her lines didn't offset me; I have had a lot of more harsh ones from her colleagues, and I owe no one any explanation.

While she continued to gaze at my son, I jumped down from my bed, although I wasn't so strong, and grabbed him from her sight. She doesn't deserve to stick her ugly eyes on my son's. I might be a whore, but I am proud of the mother I am now.

Looking over opposite me is a woman who has given birth, but in the last 48 hours, our eyes knocked together. She has brown curly hair, and I'm sure she heard a bit of what we were discussing. She made her way to me, carrying a cup of water.

"Have some water," she said to me. I emptied everything in my mouth before saying thank you to her.

"You are such a beautiful, innocent lady. I have been admiring your strength. 24- to 30-hours of labor pain is unbearable, and I have also noticed the nurses have been rude and cruel to you." Why are they so mean to you?" Did you fight or insult anyone?"

"I did not fight nor insult any of them; they all avoided me because I fell pregnant with a man who wasn't my mate."

"Oh, my dear, sorry about that." She said while tapping my back.

"Oh, this baby is so cute; she definitely took the father's eyes, right?" He has amber eyes with full eyebrows.

Yes, he looks like his father; mine are light blue. I responded

One of the nurses who has been badmouthing me passed by a while ago, talking to herself; she didn't know when she said it aloud. "You deserve what you have got; you are a whore who could not control her sexual urge." She murmured.

None of this mattered more than my son and my safety.

I had just put my son down after he had slept in my arms. I saw one of the male nurses walking towards my corner; he had lovely short curly hair, a brown complexion, and looked approachable. He wore a glass that rested on his nose. He picked up my chat and, while flipping it over, asked, I hope you have been taking enough water because you look a bit dehydrated.

"Please, can you get me some water?" "I haven't had enough the last 24 hours."

"This is bad for a new mom; water helps you produce enough milk for your child; give me a minute." He said

"Here is some water; please always drink water; you would not want to complain that your breast milk isn't flowing."

"Thank you so much."

The head nurse, who, for obvious reasons, hates me, comes closer.

"What are you doing with her?" "You are not supposed to be too close to a whore; next time you ask questions."

"A whore? Is that why she should be given less care? Her personal life is not our business," the young guy (a nurse) said.

He helped me to make my bed; he asked the cleaners for new bedsheets and used them to make my bed. He ordered food for me and a pack of water; this is the very first time I have been treated well.

Even my own brother, the future Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack, could not come to see me, even if he wanted; my dad had sanctioned everyone to stay far away from me and my baby.

The head nurse continued to instill fear in people over my story; I could do nothing but pretend to watch the movie. I have developed a thick skin over her constant bullying. I believe it is because I am very young; I am seventeen, but I look more like a fourteen-year-old girl.

While I lay down with my light blue-gray eyes fixed directly on the side wall, all I could try to remember was how I ended up in his room; unfortunately, the more I thought, the less I could remember. I started hearing a lot of people shouting and opened the cotton window. I took a look.

Four men, they should be from the Alpha blood pack, one had amber eyes, curly hair, and double pierced marks on his face; the rest of the three almost look alike; their hands were all covered in blood. I stood and sat on my bed to understand what was going on.