chapter 9

Dereka pov

I watched as Alpha Abel walked over to the microphone, and my heart raced in my chest with nervous anticipation. He began to recite the words of the poem I had written down, this poem was personal, it was about my life and how I was thrown away by Tristan, my mate, the man who was supposed to love and cherish me. Well, it doesn't matter now, I don't need him, I can fend for myself and the baby growing inside me.

As I listened to the words from Alpha Abel's lips, for a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of his voice echoing my words.

"In love's peaceful embrace, I stayed, under the sun, in tales we'd tell, Yet fate, a cruel and fickle friend, With reckless hands, I did rend and rend.

Tossed aside, I stood, betrayed, By love's cruel game, a pawn dismayed. The one I cherished, once so near, now lost to me, a soul plain.

Like leaves in autumn's swirling breeze, I found myself alone with ease, cast off, discarded, left to mourn, the love I held, now fi