Chapter 3 THREE TREASURES

"Pregnant!" A bomb exploded in Lira's brain as memories of her night with the majestic vampire rushed to her brain.

"It was just a one-night stand. How can I be pregnant? I thought vampires had a low birth rate?" Lira's face paled tremendously. She didn't need to turn her back to know that her entire clan was already staring at her.

"Lira, what the hell is happening?" Mathew dragged Lira and turned her to face him. His face is as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"What do you mean? Do you think you are justified in asking me this question? I was pushed down into a vampire's cliff, and you didn't even care that you were messing up with Sofie. If you had looked for me, none of this would have happened!"

Lira pushed Mathew away as she shouted; she was already disorganized and broken by the pregnancy, and Mathew had the nerve to play the victim.

"Lira, how can you say that? You are having a baby that is not Mathew's? Do you expect him to take care of your baby and you?" Sofie interrupted from the side, her eyes beaming with happiness and mockery.

"Let's break up immediately. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other," Mathew spat out in disgust, his eyes looking at Lira as if she were some cheap item on the street.

Lira looked at Matthew with dead eyes, but her heart was burning apart and shredding to pieces.

Lira laughed at herself, "Hahaha, I asked for a breakup two weeks ago, but you said I should forgive and that everyone makes mistakes. Why are you suddenly breaking up now? You can't do the same?"

"You are a disappointment. I announce that the silver wolf pack has no place for you. Leave the Pack immediately, "Mark, Lira's uncle, said in a sonorous voice.

"What!" Lira was stunned. What does he mean by expulsion?

"Mark, what are you saying right now?" Lira screamed as she looked at Mark. At this point, she didn't even bother calling him her uncle and rightly called him his name.

Mark shook his head, looking sad about the incident. "That baby is not from our wolf tribe. You committed a big taboo that would bring a curse to our tribe. As much as I care for you, my niece, I cannot endanger the Pack for you."

If not for the mocking light in Mark's eyes, Lira would have thought he was thinking the best for her.

"I think I get this now. You wanted my inheritance and throne, so you got Sofie to lead me into the abyss. All of this was your plan. After all, if I am out of the picture, you would be the one and only ruler of the pack." Lira said in a calculating way.

"Stop talking nonsense and get out before your curse affects us."

"Yes, get out."

"Leave the Pack; we don't welcome you."

"Get out now!"

The other Pack members shouted at Lira. Some even spat on her and threw stones at her.

Lira stepped back unconsciously as she looked at the once-familiar faces. Most were usually filled with flattery and lovely smiles, but now they looked at her with anger, mockery, contempt, and satisfied expressions.

"Hmmm." Lira turned to leave, but a voice stopped her.

"Stop!"

"Give the silver moon necklace; you can't take out the Pack's treasure." Sofie stretched out her hands as she gestured to Lira.

"Fine," Lira nodded as she tore the necklace representing the moon goddess from her neck and threw it away into the bush.

"Go fetch it yourself, dog."

"You b*tch, you are an outcast, no one is going to take you in, no one!"

Sofie's voice, filled with rage and mockery, sounded from behind Lira, but Lira kept walking, not once looking back.

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Lira thought of returning to the vampire to tell him the damage he had caused in her life, "Would he even remember me?" Lira's heart chilled when she came to the front of the abyss.

She looked at the deep, scary hole that seemed to stretch for eternity and finally turned her back on it.

"Even my wolves rejected me; the Vampires would not think twice before killing me and my baby."

"Whatever you become, baby, I will ensure I am there for you. It's me and you now," Lira stroked her belle with love and affection.

"Let's go.....To the human world."

*************(Five years later)*********

California, USA!

In Saintson kindergarten.

Class B3.

In a large class filled with crying and giggling children, three wonderful children were noticeable in the vast crowd. They sat on their seats, composed, contrasting with the noisy class.

"Mark, Mera, and Max, how many times have I told you guys you should behave your age?" a beautiful woman in her twenties came up and told the three kids.

"Miss Sara, we are behaving our age; these idiots beside us are not," Mark, who appears to be the oldest of the triplets, an adorable honey-colored boy with golden fiery eyes and attractive red lips, said.

"Mark, you can't call your classmates idiots," Sara sighed as she touched his spiky hair. The triplets have always bullied children who are older than them in class, and their teacher is almost tired of them.

"Miss Sara, what are we still doing here? School is over. Can we go home?" Max, the second child, a very pale-colored boy with red lips and red hair, said cutely. His red lips puckered up, and he winked seductively at Sara. He had successfully changed the topic.

"We are waiting for your parents. You are five and can't go home alone, can you?" Sara's heart almost melted at Max's cuteness, but she forced herself to stay focused.

"What a seductive doll!" she mumbled

"Mom is here," The third of the triplets and the girl between the boys said suddenly as she stood up. Her blue eyes looked at the far distance.

"Okay," Max picked up his bag happily, and Mark even nodded at Mera.

"What are you saying? Your mother isn't ...Madam," teacher Sara, who was speaking confidently, suddenly choked on her words as she saw the figure approaching from the distance.

"How did she know ?" Sara looked at Mera in shock.

"We are going, beautiful teacher." Max winked again at Sara and sprinted to his mom.

"See you, teacher," Mark nodded at teacher Sara.

"Hmm," Mera, the iceberg doll, glanced at teacher Sara and went out.

"Mom," the three children called out sweetly when they came to their mother.

"My precious babies," the voice sounded as Lira hugged her three treasures.

Lira!