“I can see fucking a cripple man has made you bold to speak to me rudely,” he titled his head forward.
“Tell me, Edwina, does he fuck you the way I do? Or do you get to do all the hard work while he sits there like a log of wood,” I knew that was the height of it for me?
I came here for some answers, but my conversation with Ben was leading to that of resentment and bitterness. And I didn’t want it to take that route.
“Ben, what do you intend to do with the child my sister is carrying for you?” I asked. I didn’t come here to condescend to his level. I was way above that. I had learned to live through the pain, guilt, and shame. I am still living through it all.
“I don’t know, Sonia won’t speak to me,” he was much quieter now, and it was almost like he wasn’t the Ben who was just reigning insults on me and trying to agitate me.
“How did you try to reach out to her?”
I asked, and he glared at me. It was almost like he was reading through my expression to know if I was being sincere about it or not.
I was being sincere; I knew they had both done me wrong, and I should be angry with them. I am still mad at them if I am to be completely honest with myself. Sometimes I think about what they did and imagine how they would be making a big fool out of me.
I flashed back to a moment when Sonia had come to visit me, which was odd for me. I was on my way out to get some work done in the sizzler’s territory, and Ben was around. Sonia offered to wait for me at home till I was back, and I naively left her there. I can only wonder how many sex positions they had done in my room. But with all that hurt and resentment, I couldn’t pour out my frustration on that child who is innocent of the sin of its parents.
“I reached out to her from the prison cell. Once she hears my voice, she hangs up the phone. I don’t know what to do,” he muttered, and for once, I could almost see the humanity in him.
“I can talk to her for you, but you are yet to tell me what you want to do with the child. You are stuck in prison and will probably be here for a long time. Because the Alpha resents you, he is not part of your biggest fan.” I explained to him.
He sighed.
“I don’t need the Alpha’s approval to be a father to my child,” he mumbled out.
“You say that and you know your fate is determined by him, your offense is much, I think you should help Sonia out,”
He gazed at me, and I could see the confusion in his eyes.
“How do I help her out?” He inquired.
“You can say you coerced her into a relationship with you, it would be an obvious lie, but the court would have to take your word for it and let her free. She would be able to take care of the kid and you would be part of that,” I explained to him, and all of a sudden, he burst out laughing again.
This time he was hitting the table loudly.
“Not everyone will foolishly sacrifice themselves, Edwina. I would rather escape from this place and have my freedom than foolishly sacrifice myself to Sonia or a kid that won’t get to know me as his father,”
My eyes widened then. Did he just say he wanted to escape?
Edwina’s POV…
Going home, I was truly confused about the conversation I had just had with Ben. He had just openly told me he was planning to escape, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell Alex. It could just be his irrational part speaking again, but then I knew Ben. There was nothing irrational about him. When he says something, he almost always does it, and that’s what scares me about all these. I needed to make one more stop before going back home. I needed to see my sister.
The last time I was there, we left things a little bit scattered, especially with her crazy idea of Alex forgiving her one day.
She is still my sister, and I needed to stand by her. I might have chosen Ben to be my husband, but she was made my sister by design, even though it wasn’t always like that.
I sat in the car; after instructing the driver to take me to the female prison, which wasn’t that far, I recalled this was the same car I had fucked Alex in. It was crazy that I didn’t care if the driver would hear us, I was moaning so loud, and he was letting out soft groans. Sometimes I wonder how it is for him to be in his wolf form. Ben had once tried to have sex with me in his wolf form since I was wolfless, but I couldn’t just bear it. It was more like having sex with a dog. I couldn’t bear it at all.
But unlike with Ben, I was curious to see Alpha Alex in his wolf form. There is this certain fire in his eyes that burns anytime we have sex, and he lets out the small howling sound.
I am curious as to how he sucks in his wolf form. But I heard that ever since he was injured and left crippled, he had been unable to change to his wolf form, and that was why a lot of women considered him weak.
They said it leaves the night howlers’ territory vulnerable to attack because other people in the realm are aware of how defenseless the Alpha is.
I don’t want to see things the way they do because he had been ruling the night howlers and commanding the soldiers effectively even in this state.
I reached the female penitentiary and headed straight to the private waiting room. I was becoming conversant with the prison area and what it is to stay here. As I waited for Sonia, I kept thinking of how things had changed for us in the space of a few months. Whoever knew that this situation would make us closer, it was truly hard to look past her betrayal especially considering all that she had done to me in the past, and how she and my father had maltreated me, my mind wandered off a bit to one of those horrible moments.
***FLASHBACK***
My tears hit the floor for the second time. It wasn’t tears of pain but of pleading.
I was pleading with my father to call off this absurd match. He had just arrived from some consultancy, and the wolf expert had told him that they needed to bring out the wolf in me through brutal combat. He claimed I had a wolf, but it was recessive and asleep. My mum is a wolf. She was one of the strongest female warrior wolves around. She was fierce and would go into combat. She and my dad met on the battlefield and fell in love. When they had my sister, they were so happy, especially when it shined golden on the second day, indicating the wolf in her.
But when they had me, he waited throughout the second day alone for my wolf to emerge. At this point, he was in pain, not because I wasn’t showing any sign of having a wolf but because my mum had died during childbirth. It was devastating for him to lose the love of his life in such a way, and then as the day went by, I was still not showing any sign of having a wolf in me. He became concerned and began to take little me to all kinds of wolf healers and spiritualists. After most of them supposedly tried their best and to no avail, they would all say the same thing that I had no wolf.
Being one of the strongest warriors and a family built on war, it was unacceptable to my father. He would become an object of mockery, so he said.
“Never,” he screamed one night. ” no child of mine would be deficient,”
I detested that word, and it was the word that people had used the most frequently to refer to me. They had called me deficient more times than I could count in my life.
They had told him that this was the last resort, that if the wolf in me didn’t emerge this way, then it never would.
I stood before my sister on the battlefield of blood, I was just fifteen years old, and I knew I couldn’t stand the physical strength of my sister, talk more of her wolf form.
“Don’t worry, I would go easy on you, ” she said with an evil smirk on her face, and I knew she was going to tear me limb by limb. She had always joked about this day. She said she would do it with no remorse. I knew she would not. A small crowd had gathered to watch the show. I felt like a bull, just that I wasn’t powerful. She arched her back as she quickly shifted to her wolf form. Shifting to her wolf form had been made so easy for her. She had mastered the art of it because she was trained by the best soldier there was.
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