Chapter 168: I Have To Rescue Myself
Faye’s POV
I have become a blood bank, or whatever this shit is called.
No matter how much I tried to control my cravings and not eat whatever Yuki cooks, I refused to touch a single bite. Even when she tasted the food herself right in front of me before dropping the plate on my table, I stayed still. I didn’t want to get poisoned. I didn’t want to risk losing my child to some hidden drug or a witch’s potion.
I held on for two long, starving days. I sat there watching the steam rise from the plates until the food went cold and the grease congealed. I thought I could win. But then Yuki got fed up with my silence and threatened me.
She didn’t use her fists this time. She brought out a small vial of purple liquid. She said she would force me to drink wolfsbane if I didn’t cooperate. She placed the liquid right beside the steaming food and warned me that if I didn’t finish every single thing on my plate, she would forcefully open my mouth and shove that poison down my throat. She looked me in the eye and told me it would cause me to miscarry my pups within the hour.
I was terrified. I had no choice but to pick up the spoon. I couldn’t afford to lose my pups. Not now. Not when I had already started bonding with them, feeling that strange warmth in my belly, waiting and wishing for them to arrive safely into the world. I couldn’t afford to lose the only real family Princess had left.
So I picked up my spoon and started eating. The food might have been delicious to anyone else, but to me, it tasted like death. Every swallow felt like a betrayal.
At first, I had this tiny spark of hope that maybe these two villains were actually taking care of me. Maybe they were worried about my health. But no, they weren’t. They just needed me to eat properly, forcing proteins and iron into my system so they could take more of my blood.
Without any warning, Helen brought out a small, curved dagger. She didn’t say a word as she grabbed my wrist and slit the skin. It hurt like hell because I wasn’t expecting the cold bite of the steel. I sat there, frozen, watching my dark red blood drip steadily into a glass cup.
It has happened every single day. For a week now.
The wounds healed quickly afterward, leaving my skin smooth again, but I hated the memory of it. I hate it when people force me to do things I don’t want to do. It makes me instantly hate them with a passion that burns. And there’s nothing they could ever do to make me like them again.
Now I’ve grown to truly hate the idol I once worshipped. Every time I see Yuki’s face, I just want to spit on her.
During that week, Yuki wouldn’t leave me alone. She kept lecturing me about the Moon Wolf, her voice droning on and on. The only thing she ever talked about was why I should never be friends with an Alpha. She made it sound like falling in love with one was the greatest sin a wolf could commit.
She kept going on about all the awful things Alphas have done in this world. She told stories about how they are ruthless, heartless monsters who only care about domination and power. According to her, they just want to be the strongest species and crush everyone else under their boots.
All I did was stare at her with a deadpan expression. I didn’t blink. I didn’t argue. I didn’t care about a single word coming out of her mouth. My mind was already a mess. I spent my time thinking about how I might never see my brother again. I thought about how I might never get to see the girl of my dreams or feel her arms around me.
I cried myself to sleep every night, muffled into the pillow so they wouldn’t hear me. I blamed myself for being so naive. I blamed myself for trusting a stranger just because she was famous. Most of all, I blamed myself for leaving Princess all alone to deal with the fallout of my disappearance.
One time, in the middle of the night, I felt a sharp, searing sting on my neck. It was right on the same spot where Princess had marked me. The pain was so intense I thought my heart was going to stop right then and there. I gasped for air, clutching the sheets. That must have been why I woke up in so much pain the other day, feeling like my bond was being ripped apart or was in pain.
It was the ninth day of being held like a prisoner in this mansion.
After Helen finished slashing my wrist and collecting her daily prize, I noticed she had been talking more than usual, whispering to herself as she worked. While Yuki sat in a chair right in front of me, going on with her stupid, repetitive lecture, I watched Helen walk toward a door at the end of the hall. It made me wonder. I started thinking that maybe that was the room where she was keeping her son hidden away.
Yuki started up again, leaning forward as she talked about all the awful, bloody things Alphas had done to her family.
I was fed up. I was beyond exhausted. I hated that she was trying to brainwash me and make me hate the people I cared about. It wasn’t going to work. It couldn’t work. I was in love with an Alpha, and I was currently carrying four Alpha pups in my womb.
"Yuki, there is absolutely nothing you are going to say that will ever make me hate the girl I love. Not a single word. So just rest your fucking case and leave me alone," I muttered. My voice was low, fueled by what little strength I had left.
She didn’t like that. She stood up abruptly and walked over to me. She grabbed my chin in a tight, painful grip and forced me to look up into her devilish face.
"You know you are a disgrace to our kind, don’t you?" she hissed.
I tried to pull away, but her fingers dug into my jaw, tightening until I thought the bone might snap.
"Look at you. You’re weak. You can’t even fight back against me. You let an Alpha use you as their little pup bearer like you’re nothing but a tool," she said, her eyes practically dripping with hatred.
"Is this how you treated your little sister?" I shot back, the words biting.
Yuki’s face contorted for a split second. "If you were my little sister, I would have dug my claws into your womb and ripped out those things inside you myself."
"They are my pups. Mine and Princess’s," I corrected her, my voice shaking with rage. I hated the way she called them things, like they weren’t even alive.
"A Moon Wolf giving birth to an Alpha is a shame. It’s a disgrace to the moon goddess. I will make you hate Alphas so much that you will eventually hate those things growing inside you. And by the time I’m done, you will be the one to rip them out," she whispered.
"There is nothing you can do to make me do that. Never," I spat.
She stared at me for a long time, her eyes cold and empty. After a moment, she finally let go of my chin, shoving my head back.
"You will. You’ll see. After all, the Moon Wolf was originally created from the pure hatred of an Alpha," she said.
She turned on her heel and left me all alone in the center of the living room.
I sat there, my jaw aching and my wrist stinging. No fucking way. I won’t give her what she wants. I won’t let her get into my head.
I have to hold on. I have to keep living, if only to prove her wrong.
My eyes drifted back to that door Helen had just walked through. If Princess or my brother can’t find this place and rescue me, then I can’t just sit here and wait to die.
I will be the one to rescue myself.
