Chapter 4: the Reckoning

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

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My overall health plummeted within three months of my return to Viho's side. I refused to eat unless Jacy brought it to me; I wouldn't speak unless spoken to and whenever Viho wanted to put his dick in me, I didn't fight him. I became a lifeless robot; numb to everything and unaware of my surroundings. It was an endless vicious cycle and the only way out was suicide. His wife-to-be was pregnant with his firstborn; his son and because of this, I was the main attraction. Somehow throughout all of this, I never fell pregnant and I would like to think it was God's doing, but there was no certainty because it felt like he wasn't listening anymore.
 
Then one day my prayers were answered.
 
Jacy and I were out back, practicing the art of tomahawk throwing when a familiar voice floated into the back yard. At first, I thought that I was dreaming, but when I saw her face, I began to cry. Alice rushed to me and wrapped her arms around me, cradling me gently. She began to tell me that everything was going to be alright for once. That after so long, they had finally managed to get Orian and Stefan to come to an understanding. All I had to do was confront them with what Viho was doing to me behind closed doors. Jacy was allowed to speak freely at the meeting and he would be the only wolf to have protection. The only way she was allowed to roam freely and show her pretty face, was if Viho was summoned before his pack master. This gave us enough time to leave and return to Stefan's side and wait for the others to arrive.
 
Nightfall came quickly and we found ourselves surrounded by more than just Stefan's family. King Orion had his mistress Endora with him as well as Jadis and Alice and they stood on my side, next to Stefan. Viho and his pack master Roman stood across the room with Viho's fiance and the rest of the pack. Jacy was stuck in the middle terrified that things would get out of control and that we would get harmed in the process.
 
As Viho presented his side of the story, I managed to capture Linnaea's eyes and followed them to the person who stood beside her but behind Stefan. There Anton stood, helpless throughout this whole ordeal. Nothing was left out except the tiny details of how he made love to me. He had only spoken when asked to and then immediately return to full silence like a soldier standing guard.
This went on for two hours before Orian concluded that Viho was indeed stepping out of line. "To hear that one of my children was to be made shameful breaks my heart. I employ retribution at once."
 
"Punishment will be placed upon him once we are within our boundaries. Their bond is broken." He turned to me. "And as for Jacy, his bond to us may be broken if he wishes to serve you." I nodded and then looked to Jacy for his happiness, which he did not show. "And as for your relationship within another division...." He paused. "I do not condone or condemn. Do as you please. Just know that if a child comes from this, we will have greater problems to deal with."
 
I was taken aback by what he said. The last I knew, Vampires could not have babies. And if they did, "it was a miracle not by Jehovah, but by the hand of the Devil himself." Internally I scoffed at that thought and decided that whoever came up with that should be shot. To me, a baby is a baby, no matter what species. I wouldn't love my child any less.
 
Roman motioned for his pack to make their way to the door and I turned to the remaining people, waiting for my scolding from the King. Either of them. Jacy's hand grasped mine as I received my long-awaited approval from my Lord and then was left to be in the presence of the one man I truly loved.
 
I had so much to tell him, it hurt so much just thinking about it. I knew that he wanted badly to be alone with me, but the girls wouldn't allow it, nor would Jacy. I felt myself tremble as Alice forced Jacy to explain to Anton about what happened the night I was taken from him. I couldn't get one sob out before he lost his temper and began breaking everything within reach, not caring that it would cost him so much to have his brother angered with him. Even Linnaea was afraid of intervening. All of the racket caused Stefan to return quicker than him wanting to and instead of reprimanding him, Stefan did the complete opposite.
 
"Brother. You have suffered greatly. Take your woman away from here and return in three months. We shall have a feast and wedding."
 
To hear that caused me to have an emotional rollercoaster. There was no way I was ready to get married, yet be alone with him. My fears had surfaced during my three-month suffering and I was certain that I was unable to fall in love again. I had grown accustomed to the abuse, sometimes forgetting that I wasn't able to escape mentally into a fantasy world. This was going to take more than three months to heal. To become emotionally stable for a relationship to even take place again. Forgiving myself for allowing me to believe that suicide was my only option was going to take longer.
 
I was afraid of being alone with him. And I hated myself for it.


Submitted: November 22, 2020

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