Chapter 6 Worse

The next morning it starts to rain, and I feel like the sky is trying to reflect my mood.

I did not get any sleep the night before. My head spun like crazy, and I felt sick. I was hungry because I didn't dare join my parents for dinner, and they did not call me down either. I think if I had actually one of my own volitions, I'd have been berated again and possibly slapped again as well.

Once was enough for a night.

It was only after the lights had been turned off did I realised that I couldn't just think of myself like that now. There was a baby growing in my body, a human who needed nourishment. But still, I couldn't get myself to go because of the fear. I went to my bathroom and drank gallons of water until I was full and spent the rest of the night on the toilet and filling up with water whenever hunger pains stroke. I managed to get some sleep, but by then dawn was approaching.

That meant I had to get ready for school, dreading it already. The rain doesn't let up and I'm going to get wet, even under an umbrella. It's bound to be a miserable day.

Suits the mood I'm in.

Thankfully, my parents leave the house in the morning before I even wake up, so when I go down to the kitchen, I don't find them glowering at me. Instead, there is a note on the refrigerator door. I pluck the note off the door.

"Do not let anyone at school know."

Oh. That is not as worse as I thought it would be. And of course, I don't plan to talk to anyone about this. I did have some friends at school, people I sat with at lunch, although I had been mostly ignoring them for the last few months because of David, they weren't close enough for me to share something like this.

Besides, I'd been knocked up by an Alpha. Facing the prejudice that would arise is a nightmare. There was a reason we kept our relationship such a secret, and neither of us was in the mood to change that.

Especially now considering how he wanted me to give up the baby and get out of his life.

I have a warm, cooked breakfast of eggs and sausage, rounded up by two pieces of toast. The food tastes wrong in my mouth, and I wait for the morning sickness to strike. My stomach roils, but I don't throw up which is good enough for me. I still have not had harsh morning sickness. In fact, the only reason I realized something was off was when I missed my period, followed by soreness of my nipples. Otherwise, I didn't even think something had gone wrong. But when my nipple soreness continued even while I was in my wolf form, I grew concerned. I searched the internet for everything that was going wrong with my body and realized they were pregnancy symptoms. After that, I'd taken a test, feeling quite sick.

The rest was history.

I walk into school, and as soon as I step through the glass front doors, I feel something is off. Normally, I glide through school relatively unnoticed. But today there were ominous whispers resounding in the air, mocking giggles at every corner I turned, and sly looks aimed at my direction. As soon as I close in on the whisperers, they stop to look at me with minimum discretion.

Instantly, I am on alert. Something out of the ordinary means there's something not right. And this difference being centered around me, right after yesterday? Not a good sign. Dread floods my heart, and my head fills with all sorts of scenarios. None of them are good. I don't see David anywhere; it looks like he'd skipped school today. He does that most of the time, and he is excused because his father is the Alpha. Alpha Lincon would sometimes use the daytime to teach his son how to lead his pack after David takes over, and the school considers those lessons a part of the curriculum for him.

I can't help but feel relieved that I don't have to see him. It would've been hard to pretend like there was nothing going on between us when his baby is growing within me.

Each time I think of the baby, I get feelings of dread and joy simultaneously. I can't help but love them already, even though they are probably the size of a bean in me. But to me, they are already a sentient beings, a being I am going to love unconditionally and raise to the best of my ability. I dread having them grow in my body and show, but I can't wait to feel them moving and kicking me, filling me with the kind of maternal joy I've only read in books.

School goes on. I try to make small conversations with my friends, but they seem to want to escape me at the earliest possible instance. I'm hurt, but I don't ask them why they're avoiding me. I think I know the answer, I realize with my heart breaking, but I don't want to hear it until I absolutely have to.

It doesn't blow up until lunchtime. I take a tray from the counter and come towards the same group of people I sit at lunch with. They aren't the people I meet in my classes, so I don't really know what they are thinking.

But as soon as I approach them, they stop talking.

I stop near the head of the table feeling out of place and utterly self-conscious as they all keep looking at me.

Finally, Beth Cistern, a girl I'd always sat next to during ninth grade, raises her voice.

"You can't sit with us."

My eyebrows shoot up. "Huh?"

"I said you can't sit with us."

"But why?" I look around the table, and no one catches my eye. "I've been sitting with you guys since I started High school."

"Well, that was different. We don't want to be associated with you after what you did," Beth says breezily, glaring at me, "we don't share a table with Omega sluts who get knocked up by an Alpha!"