CHAPTER 6. A MONTH AND A HALF LATER
HARA
“Suzy, here's an order from table 14, make it quick!“
“Got it!“ I yelled, moving my quick hands through the wine shelves. I filled the glasses and a waitress immediately came for them.
Heaving tiredly, I slumped against the counter. Sweat ran down my face like waterfalls and all I could do was roughly wipe at them with the back of my hands.
It was my free five seconds and I wasn't about to waste it wiping my sweats. I'd been so busy attending to orders that I forget to breathe and now, I was short of breath. These five seconds would be wisely spent on catching all the breaths I'd missed out on.
I'd barely caught her breath before a hand slammed another order on the counter.
“Suzy, table 20 needs five shot glasses of tequila on the rocks,“ Shilah said, twirling a lock of blonde hair.
Shilah was, what I'd like to call a mini-Barbie. From her head to her toe were plastics. Her big boobs were always on display, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her butt bounces rhythmically with each step she took.
Of all the hundreds of workers here, Shilah was one worker who had barely undergone the stress here. She knew how to slut her way out of any situation, including her duties.
“Couldn't they just come to have it here at the counter?“ I winced at the aching at my elbow and my lower abdomen.
“If they wanted that, they would have done it already, right?“ She smacked her gum my way, rolling her eyes. Such sauciness!
“Then serve them yourselves! They're your VIPs, right? You get all the tips and the juices.“ I retorted exasperatedly. I was in uncomfortable pain and the last thing I wanted to do is keep up with my usual bickering with Shilah.
“How dare you, Suzy?! Wait till I tell on you for not attending to the customers!“ She fumed, her perfectly - manicured fingers to her waist.
”Shilah….“ I took a sharp breath, trying to still the waves of pain sweeping through my abdomen.
“It's okay, Suzy. Let me take care of it,“ Lanky hands wrapped firmly around me, shifting me aside and taking charge.
“Thanks, Cy. I owe you one.“ I beamed at him. He nodded, flashing me a dimpled - smile.
Cyrus was a young, lanky, aspiring rockstar. He was yet to be mated but was in no rush. He had all the time in the world, or so he thinks.
I was sure to give Shilah one long, hateful stare before disappearing to the back and into the dressing room.
I latched onto the cushion, resting my stomach on the spot for seating. The softness eased my pains a little bit. But I needed more than this.
With my pregnancy closing up to two months, I've heard about quite a few complications.
After my last night with Roland, I woke up the next day and found a few droplets of blood in my panties.
Panic gripped me. I had to see a doctor but I also had to execute my escape plans. I couldn't do it all at once. One had to wait for the other, and that was seeing a doctor. I thought of calling Hailey but that too had to wait. She'd get all worried and worked up. I didn't need all that at the moment.
It was the day the Alpha-Prince and his entourage were visiting. Roland had been so busy in the palace. It was just me at home. I hurriedly packed a few clothes into my medium backpack. Took out all the money from my safe box. Packed up all the jewelry I had. It'd be difficult to escape if I had a lot of belongings, so I made do with a few.
Every noon, there's a truck that packs up all the garbage from the trash cans of all the houses in the pack. The truck leaves at exactly noon and disposes of the trashes outside the pack.
I sneaked my bag into the trash can and had it thrown in the truck. Patiently, I waited for nightfall so I could leave.
The party was scheduled for 10:00 PM, so at 10:20 PM, the pack had fallen silent. Almost everyone had gone to the palace. Coast cleared!
Dressed up in all black, I completed my attire with a black cloak and a hood over my head, like the mysterious stranger. He'd been the muse behind my attire.
I took a last, final look around the place I've learned to call home over the years. Tears clouded my vision as I got a glimpse of a picture of Roland and me, cuddled up on a pony. Roland loved ponies, so I fell in love with them too.
The nostalgic feelings sprang up as second thoughts inside of me. At that moment, I didn't wanna leave anymore. I wanted to stick around a little longer, just a bit longer. Give 'us' another chance. Who knows? We could get it right this time.
Shadowed by my rumbling thoughts, I hadn't heard the door open. When I had my wits around, I was already on the bed, with my hands pinned to each side of my head.
“Roland! What are you…. doing…?!“ My voice fell to a whisper as his overly-erect dick grazed my inner thighs. “No! Please!!“
“Take it easy, shawty. This is gonna last a minute. I got a random boner at the palace and I came to have a little release. “ Roland smirked. With no further explanation, he forced his dick into my pussy.
I yelled in pain, struggling so hard for the first time. I was fighting him off with every fiber of restrain in me. I hadn't done that in a long while. I squirmed endlessly, determined to save myself from this torture.
”Hey, calm down, will ya?” He hissed harshly, already set to thrust in and out of me.
“No, don't. I'm not feeling too…well…please.“ I stuttered slightly at the tears clogging my throat, making speaking a little difficult.
”Don't worry. You'll be fine after you've had a little juice inside of you,“ He husked out, pulling down my bra and biting hard at my nipples.
“But…Ro…Roland…“ My words disappeared, replaced by moans and groans. He left my boobs and went back to thrusting harder and harder. With each thrust came a burst of triumphant laughter, and in a few minutes, he came inside me.
“That was quick, as promised,“ He shook his dick, spilling a few cums on my face. “You like that, don't you?“
Sharp pain in my abdomen had me whimpering. And I wondered for the first time, why Roland hadn't realized I was carrying a child.
In the lores of mates, it's been said that a mated male can always sense the presence of another being inside his mate. They'd always be the first to know when their mate is expecting a child. But why hasn't Roland noticed it yet?
Was he too much of a jerk that he'd been blinded to the important stuff?
The thoughts churned my insides, and the pains too.
He let go of me and zipped up his fly.
“I'll be back soon, so be sure to have your little pussy ready for more pouncing.“ He was cocky like he'd just won a trophy.
He stalked towards me, bent, and took a rough, demanding a kiss from my lips. “I'll be back,“ He said and left as if he'd never been here.
Any other time, I would have stuck around and wallowed in self-pity. But not now. I couldn't afford to stick around any longer than I already have.
I dashed into the bathroom and ran a quick, hot bath. The night was chilly when I finally left the house. With the hood over my head, I took a secluded part to the exit of our pack.
It was the easiest escape as there was almost no one to bump into. It was all thanks to the party. When I got to the border, I rummaged through the trash dump for my bag. My fingers caught some slimy substances that were gross. But I did find my bag, so I could say it was worth it.
There was no way I could get into Red Cross Pack unrecognized. They'd surely spot me out once I get to their border. It'll arouse questions and they'd be able to figure out I was escaping. I couldn't take that risk.
Spending the night out here was a horrible thought, but I had no other choice. I had to leave with the entourage and they could only leave in the morning.
I made a small heap with some hay dumps and laid myself to sleep. But in the middle of the night, I heard noises and werewolf stumps. It was a ruckus, as if in search of something or someone.
Frightened, I hurried off, running farther away from our border. I was already past our border and into the no-man land when I heard a deep howling. It was like no howling I'd heard before. And there was something else about it…this sadness.
I felt it calling out to me. It was crazy, but I thought I felt drawn to it.
I couldn't move an inch and just listened. The sadness in the howling began building up inside of me. It was a weird connection. Like a part of me was howling and this part of me was standing here, listening.
I wished there was someone who could explain it to me. And when I thought I was getting deeper into it, the howling ceased. I stood there longer, wishing it'd come up again. But it didn't.
In a few hours, the entourage made their approach. I quickly boarded a taxi and joined their long trail.
When we got to their border, there was a frenzy as everyone was rushing in to welcome them. I snuggled myself into the frenzy and made my way into the Red Cross Pack.
The first thing on my to-do list was to change my identity. I could never be Hara here, that'll be a reckless move on my part. Suzy was my fake identity.
The next on my to-do list was to conceal my pregnancy. A waist binder was perfect for the task, but it was giving me a few more complications now. For the first time since I arrived here, I was convinced that I needed to see a doctor.
My shift ended at 7, and I walked the dark street alone. With the bar being a few blocks away from my house, I didn't have to spend half my salary on taxi fares. I could always 'walk' it.
That night, I was crumbled up in my small bed, scared of the violent lightning and rainfall. I was cold and alone, not my best moments. When I shut my eyes to sleep, it was a series of nightmares. It was Roland, screaming out my name and relentlessly hunting me down.