Chapter 8

~ELENA~

Somehow, the approval that I wanted from him all these years seemed to have disappeared. After how he treated me hours ago, I wasn't sure if I could care about what he thought of me anymore.

I didn't even want him beside me any more.

I just wanted my sons and me to be together from now.

After what seemed like an hour of speechlessness, he reached for the babies and I handled him one of them. He held him for a while before taking the other and returning the first back to me.

After what seemed like forever, he spoke.

"They're beautiful..." His tone was soft and welcoming. But still, I didn't look at him.

When he spoke again, he didn't sound so soft anymore. "I would give you just threw months of freedom because of the babies' care and to heal. After that, you will return to being my slave and that is final." He finalized and began to move out of the cell still holding my baby.

"Where are you taking him?" I asked quietly and he stopped but as if deciding he didn't need to entertain my question, he walked out leaving me with only one of my babies.

I assured myself that everything was fine. I was certain he just wanted to have a moment with his son and maybe show off to others before bringing him back to me.

But I had waited for another hour without him coming back. I didn't feel the passage of time because I had been staring at the face of my son in my arms. But eventually I realized he was taking too long to bring him back to me.

Almost as if in line with my thought I hear footsteps down the hallway and I feel a little relief that he was finally bringing him back to me.

But as the steps got closer, I realized they didn't belong to Emmet but Stephanie.

I stiffened up the moment she stood at the door and stared down at me.

I gazed back clutching my baby tightly in my arms.

"Congratulations, Elena." Her thin voice echoed strangely.

"Where is my baby?"

"Aren't you even going to appreciate my greetings first?"

"I know you're the one doing this, Stephanie. It has always been you. You have bene setting me up since I got here just so you could turn Emmet against me."

"You don't know for how long I have wanted Emmet, you don't! I was the one who was always meant to be his mate. I have known and liked him longer before you came into the picture. But instead, the alpha saw something special in you and yet he didn't in me!"

"Is that why you killed him?" I gulped.

"I would do anything to have Emmet!" She said with a little chuckle at the end.

I shook my head slowly at the evil she shamelessly emitted. But I had better things to care about at the moment.

"Where is Emmet? I want to see my baby."

"He sent me to you actually," She sighed before continuing. "Your baby is dead."

The moment I heard those words, my heart sank in a way that it never has before. I stopped feeling its beat for a second and when it resumed, it came with a fierce pump. I felt a deep kind of pain and it dawned on me at that moment that I wanted to speak but had lost my voice all of a sudden.

After a deep clearing of my throat, I whispered. "What?"

"He started convulsing due to his prematurity. Everything was done to keep the little being going but his heart suddenly stopped. I'm sorry," she almost sounded really sorry.

"Where is he?" I cried.

"That's all you need to know." She turned around and vanished from my sight, the gate clanking shut behind her shadow.

"No." I cried my heart out.

It was that very moment that I made up my mind that I was going to get away from this pack for good.

Only if I had not gone into premature labour which was caused by the allegation against me, both of my babies would have been with me now. I cried.

"Where would you go?" Gotha asked, her eyes slanted with both worry and concern.

"Anywhere. I can't continue staying here. Not after what happened. I have sacrificed too much just to be accepted and my mate just doesn't see me. I can't lose anything more."

"But you know master won't let you leave."

"There's a secret passage I sneaked through long time ago. I'll have to use it now. I can't live within the castle walls any more. So I am going to leave till I can set myself entirely free from his bond and the entire royal family," I managed to explain to her amidst heaviness of my heart.

"Then I'll come with you. I can't leave you alone with a child."

"No. Don't," My hand settles gently on her shoulders. "If Emmet comes after me I don't want you to be in nay trouble. I've been through a lot worse. I can do this."

That night, I strapped my baby to my chest. In the thickness of the dark night, I escaped from the walls of confinement and delved across the dark streets towards an abandoned house that I knew far away. It was all I could think of for now. At least I would find peace there.

It was harder than I thought. Escaping the pack. Emmet's patrol guards were almost every where. Dodging them cost me a lot more trouble and pain.

But just as I thought I had successfully accomplished my short freedom and was about to face the peaceful harshness of life outside the pack house, a sharp light blared at me and I had to raise my hand over my face to block it off.

The vehicle came to a stop before the lights went off. I looked at my path to see the source of the heavy light- A big black Bentley parked in front of an even more bigger one.

I stood alone in the middle of the lonely road watching the drama unfolding as the car doors opened. About four men all dressed in richly tailored black suits emerged to stand erect beside the car.

The final door was opened and I squinted my eyes and watched the man who came out of the car.

They were obviously blocking my path.

He was in a similar suit as the men and the others bowed once he came forward. He was a huge old man with curly grey hair amidst a few black ones. His thick beard was finely shaved and also carried a grey colour of agedness. With each step he took, it was clear that he was a holder of great power and he emitted a kind of aura that was enough to make strong men bow at his feet in awe. A billionaire or something even greater than that he appeared to be.

He came forward slowly as if counting each step he took with his golden staff in hand.

He stopped right in front of me.

I had taken a step back, a bit skeptical and confused to watch him. I could not see him clearly but there was something about his bright blue eyes that showed warmth instead of hostility and a bit of ...sadness.

"I have found you at last," He muttered, his voice as aged as he appeared.

That voice ... It was familiar. It was too similar to something associated with my childhood. But I could not pin it.

"Who are you?" I had to ask while still drawing back.

"It's me... Your father."