Rhea's POV

　　My head instantly snapped at her with a force that you did think it would fall off, did she just address me as Luna Rhea? I arched my brow unsure of what I just heard.

　　"Please, Luna Rhea," she called again, and believe me now I am sure of what I heard.

　　"Help me," she clasped her fingers, pleading, tears furiously rolling down her cheeks.

　　"How do I help a pregnant woman that already has a mate?" I said with so much sarcasm.

　　I waited for her to react but she just burst into another cry, I narrowed my gaze at her. The normal Lila that I know should have started throwing taunts but here she is kneeling in front of me while pleading for my help.

　　"I need my mate!"

　　"And I don't remember harboring him in my room," I slurred when striding toward my bed.

　　"I know but you can help me out, please,"

　　I stopped what I was doing and turned to look at her, looking into those tearful faces all I could see was the woman that had made half of my youthful age miserable. The woman that had contributed to my pains, the woman that has constantly slept with my husband on different occasions.

　　All I could see was my husband's mistress, the woman that is now carrying his first pup and here she is asking for my help... Did she even reason well before deciding to approach me? And in those fish minds of hers that I could be of help to her.

　　"I can't help you," I snapped with venom and hatred visible in my voice.

　　"Please, Wilfred will not listen to me any other person but you," drools and tears slide down her face. Squatting to her level, I flash her a known look, "And do you think anybody here can be of help and besides why should he listen to me other than his friends?"

　　She let out a whimper, " I know that none of you all here like me but at least you can help me out... King Daemon won't dare to help out not after seeing how much pain I have caused the woman that he loves," my heart skipped at her words.

　　Daemon loves me... What nonsense is she talking about? Though I would love to hear more about that, I decided not to push it any further. "I have no idea what you're saying," I stood up and walked back to my bed.

　　"I have always seen how Wilfred do look at you with so much respect and adoration, he has never stared at me like that so I believe that only you can help me,"

　　I stopped and smiled on hearing her, the old me could have stretched out a helping hand immediately after seeing her in this state but the new me now doesn't give a damn how she looks. Is the gut to still stand in front of me and plead for help that annoys me the most? Doesn't she recall everything that transpires between us, the constant pain I went through?

　　"You have an Alpha Pup in your stomach,"

　　"I can terminate it," she sounds desperate, making me instantly snap my head at her, "You dare not terminate the first pup of an Alpha!!!" I barked out, causing her to flinch back.

　　Wow! How did I do that? I think that I felt a power roll off me.

　　"Fine," regaining herself, she blurted, "I will have it but once I deliver it I can give it to you to raise. All I want is my mate, please,"

　　"When I said that you will forever remain a mistress I didn't lie," I flash my signature smile at her.

　　"LUNA RHEA!!" My face darkened, "You should be able to fix up your mess or rather return back to the father of your unborn child,"

　　My words were brutal and I noticed how she clenched hold of her fabric in pain, pushing her by the side. I walked out of the room leaving her disheveled self alone in there.

　　She should be able to experience what I went through... The world is not always a joyous place. Sometimes you have to taste the bitterness that comes along with it.

　　Daemon's POV

　　I strode inside my office and found Sam pacing around in panic.

　　"Hey bro, you called," immediately he heard my voice he swirled his head to face me, "What's so urgent that you mind linked me?"

　　"Have you heard?" His voice was shaky. I tilted my head to stare at him. "Heard what?" I retorted.

　　"About the Blackwood Pack," I slowly turned to look at him, "What about it?"

　　Pacing around the room, he kept murmuring when roughly rubbing his lower jaw in anger. I leaned against the wall with my arms folded while staring at him.

　　Almost fed up with his constant bantering, I cleared my throat, "Did anything happen to Mercy?" I think that's the only thing that can have him all worked up.

　　He stopped and spun around, "She is suffering in there," I arched a brow at his words, "How?"

　　"I heard that no one can leave or enter the pack," I sighed, "That's not something new,"

　　My words might have angered him based on the way he snapped his eyes at me, "They're suffering in there... that bastard starves them, the pack members are in pain and you know so well that my mate is there!" He almost yelled, his voice cracking at the last word.

　　I stilled before letting out a puff, I gaze at him thoughtfully, "I think I know why he is doing this but wait...

　　"What,"

　　"Where did you hear that from?" I asked.

　　He stared at me blankly, "Like seriously," I arched a brow at him, "The news is every goddamn place, bro!" He shrieked.

　　"Every place..." I murmured, "And I had no idea,"

　　I whispered but he heard me loudly, "Is every goddamn place,"

　　"How sure are you about this?" I need to be sure before taking any action.