Chapter 4 Pregnant and Banished

Pregnant and Banished

MILAN'S POV

"I see now that rejecting you last night was the best thing I'd done in a long time, Milan. Because it's only fair of me to do so, given that I can't imagine myself mating with a prostitute like you." Scott said, and hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Can you tell me how long you've been doing this shit? I mean, selling your filthy body to men for a little price?" He mumbled, and all eyes turned to me, waiting for an answer.

However, I remained silent. I was at a loss for words. There was nothing I could do to save myself from this terrible circumstance. Nothing I could say that'd vindicate me.

But then he was to blame. Yes, Scott caused this. Last night's rejection drove me into the woods and the arms of the stranger with green eyes.

And now that the stranger was nowhere to be found, I was being ridiculed like never before.

"I asked you a question, and if you don't give me the answer, I seek..." Scott hesitated, his eyes darkening, before concluding, "You leave me with no choice but to pass one sentence on you."

He was purposefully turning the table and leaving the ball in my court so that whatever I said to him would be blamed on me.

That was very brilliant of him. Oh, how clever. I feverishly wondered what his sentence would be. I couldn't handle the thought of leaving the pack with nowhere to go. I couldn't afford to live the life of a rogue.

"No."

"Speak, you whore!" The pack members began yelling angrily at me, with some picking up stones and flinging them at me.

"Please, stop!" I pleaded, attempting to avoid the stones thrown at me, but it was all in vain.

"Your mate was only a few meters away, but you chose to be bed by another man!" Another roared, and they all surrounded me, kicking and slapping my face.

I wish I could die right then and there. The agony was excruciating, and I couldn't comprehend it anymore.

"Ah! Please stop." I sobbed, gripping my stomach while they cursed, slapped, and kicked me at the same time.

I desperately wanted to tell them that Scott had rejected me before I met the stranger, but I knew they wouldn't even believe me. My word against Scott's was meaningless,

so I didn't bother. I just let them do whatever they wanted while I endured the pain and torture as usual.

"You still don't want to talk, huh?" Scott spoke again, and then he added. "You leave me with no choice but to pass judgment on you."

"What? No. Please." I pleaded but he ignored me.

"You will be stripped of your rank and expelled from the pack, left to roam as a rogue," he started.

"For betraying the sacred bond of your mate. Your name is now tainted, and from now on, you will be known as Milan, The Pack's Whore!" The crowd erupted into a frenzy of growls and howls. I stood there, frozen, as his words sank in.

A rogue...

It had been three weeks, and the only thing left was the memory of the mysterious man in the woods. Even though it had been weeks, I couldn't forget him. Something was captivating about him, maybe his beautiful green eyes or how he spoke with authority and tenderness.

His words echoed in my mind, drawing me in. I was fascinated by him, and I couldn't shake off the memory of that sinful night. We had a powerful connection, an intense and passionate encounter. But he had left me alone in the forest, despite his promise to stay.

I wanted to be angry with him for using me, but I remembered that I had willingly given myself to him. Or had I?

Regardless, the memories of that night haunted me, and even amid a rogue meeting, my mind wandered back to him.

Suddenly, I felt sick and rushed out of the hall to vomit. As I did, I noticed Rosa watching me with a smirk. She mocked me, questioning my health and pale appearance.

Her words alarmed me. How did she know about my recent vomiting? Was she keeping tabs on me?

I whispered to myself in denial as the nausea overwhelmed me. Rosa's grin widened as I continued to vomit. When it finally subsided, I wiped my mouth and confronted her.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Rosa. I have no idea what you mean," I lied through gritted teeth, staring back into her soulless eyes.

Her smile faded for a moment, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Are you pregnant?" She asked directly, catching me off guard. Her words caused my body to tense up, and my breath hitched. I trembled, trying to process her question.

I had been wondering the same thing. I had been considering the possibility of being pregnant because...

"Milan, are you pregnant?" Rosa repeated, this time with a wicked grin that sent chills down my spine. I vigorously shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "No, I'm not pregnant."

I said those words to her and myself.

It couldn't be true. It simply couldn't. There was no way I could be pregnant. No!

However, Rosa seemed to know better than to believe my words at face value. She took a few steps closer, smirking mischievously.

"Your eye color has changed, Milan, and you know that's the first sign in our pack that a woman is pregnant," Rosa sarcastically remarked.

My heart skipped a beat, and my face turned pale.

"No, that's... that..." I stuttered, but the malicious woman in front of me wouldn't let me finish.

Rosa loudly declared, chuckling and shouting for everyone to hear, "Attention, everyone.

The pack whore is pregnant!"