Becoming Alpha’s Personal Caretaker - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Freda POV
The massage I arranged for Allen was in the afternoon and after the checkup, I decided to go back to my office and go through the previous files so I could transfer them to other doctors. I didn’t plan to go to the nurse station and meet that phony bitch Natasha at all.
But she was more persistent than I thought she would be. She told the nurses that she had to go to the washroom and slipped away. She waited for me at my office door before the guards came.
Mila was right. I did need some time away.
“Freda, it’s so good to see you!” Natasha’s eyes brightened up when she saw me and she walked up to me with a gentle and fake smile on her face.
She wanted to hold my arm to show how close we were but I dodged away because she made me sick. I said coldly, “What do you want?”
Natasha restlessly wept, “Freda, Uncle Hunter has locked Carl in the house and I can’t get in touch with him. He’s locked up in a place where the mind link is blocked. Only you can help me now, Freda.”
Help her?
I almost burst into laughter. How cheeky this woman could get? How could she say things like that after she had an affair with my so-called fiancé? Didn’t she really find herself ridiculous?
But we were still in the hospital and people started to look this way now. I didn’t want to waste my time on this annoying bitch anymore.
I lowered my voice and warned her, “Natasha, get the hell out of this hospital. What’s happening between you and Carl is none of my business. You make me sick by showing up here.”
Hearing what I just said, Natasha’s face went pale and she wiped off her tears. When she looked up at me, there were actually tears in her eyes. She sobbed, “Freda, I know you hate me and Carl. But you don’t love him anyway. Carl doesn’t love you and we’re in love. Why can’t you just let us be together?”
Was she saying that I was the one who came in the way between her and Carl?
Was it my fault that I didn’t want to give them my blessing?
How absurd could she get?
I couldn’t understand why these people would think about it that way and didn’t get what trick she was trying to pull. Her crying face made me sick. Growing up, she used her tears to make other people like her.
“Natasha, does Carl love you for who you really are or the woman you pretend to be? Does he know who you’re really like?” I laughed ironically.
I was really curious if every man would always fall for this kind of liar.
Carl was like that and my father was too.
Natasha trembled when she heard that and she finally stopped wearing a mask. She came closer and lowered her voice, “Freda, I know you’re jealous of me.”
Huh, I knew it.
When no one she cared about was present, she would reveal her true self to me.
When we were little, Natasha took my favorite doll from me and cut it in half. I came at her and wanted to hit her but before I laid my fingers on her, she started crying and screaming, which drew my father and stepmother’s attention. Natasha cried as she explained to him what had happened. She claimed that she wanted to play with that doll with me but I didn’t want to and therefore tore that doll apart.
I still remembered the look on Levi’s face when he looked at me. His eyes were filled with fear. He seemed to wonder why his firstborn would be such a cruel and ruthless monster. That look stopped me from explaining myself. I didn’t know how to play the victim or be a crybaby so my explanation meant nothing to them.
And I was always distant and cold in their minds, so for them, it was obvious that I was the one who did it. Then I went to Natasha’s room and cut her favorite doll in half in front of her. They thought I did it anyway so what more was I gonna lose?
How could I possibly envy such a hypocrite?
“I’m jealous of you?” I chuckled, “why would I be jealous of you?”
“Because I’m the one Carl chose, not you,” Natasha puffed her chest and said that with pride. She gently rubbed her belly and tried to provoke me, “you’re jealous that Carl got me pregnant. You’ve heard everything that day, right? He said he wants me to carry his baby, not you. After all, even your wolf is a coward.”
I didn’t get it why Natasha would brag about it like a clown.
“Since you’re so proud of yourself, you should take this baby with you to the Blood Moon Pack and tell them that is their future alpha. Why are you here looking for me?” I laughed with contempt, “oh, you’re afraid that they will kick you out. The Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, Maria, doesn’t like you and your mother.”
Natasha choked and then she grunted, “Freda, I’m here to tell you that you’re never gonna win when I want something from you, whether it’s father’s love or Carl’s affection.”
Love?
What could love give me? It couldn’t extend your life expectancy but it could kill you. My mother was killed by this fake love.
And I didn’t expect Levi to love me ever since my mother died.
“I don’t want it anyway. Just take it then,” I said indifferently.
I didn’t want to waste more time on her anymore and walked past her, trying to get back into my office. But then she suddenly grabbed my hand and I saw madness in her eyes.
“Let go of…”
“Ah!”
Before I finished, Natasha acted like I pushed her and she ran into the handrail next to her. She must have mustered all her strength and made a huge noise.
She drew everyone’s attention.
“Freda…my sister…” Natasha begged me as she cried, “why did you…why did you do this to me? He’s just a baby…”
Natasha curled up on the floor and her face distorted with pain. Her dress was tainted by her blood.
The nurse screamed, “Help! She’s having a miscarriage!”
I could hear what everyone around me was gossiping about.
“Did that doctor push her? I just saw her throw that pregnant lady’s hand away…”
“That doctor looks so indifferent. It must be her. How could she be so cruel…”
“Did that pregnant woman call her sister? How could she do that? She’s so cold-blooded.”
So cold-blooded.
That brought me back to the year when I was eight and reminded me of that ruined doll.
Natasha still played the same trick but she became crueller. She used her own child as a tool to make me misunderstood.
This ruthless, wicked woman.
All of a sudden, someone ran towards us.
“Natasha!!!”
The massage I arranged for Allen was in the afternoon and after the checkup, I decided to go back to my office and go through the previous files so I could transfer them to other doctors. I didn’t plan to go to the nurse station and meet that phony bitch Natasha at all.
But she was more persistent than I thought she would be. She told the nurses that she had to go to the washroom and slipped away. She waited for me at my office door before the guards came.
Mila was right. I did need some time away.
“Freda, it’s so good to see you!” Natasha’s eyes brightened up when she saw me and she walked up to me with a gentle and fake smile on her face.
She wanted to hold my arm to show how close we were but I dodged away because she made me sick. I said coldly, “What do you want?”
Natasha restlessly wept, “Freda, Uncle Hunter has locked Carl in the house and I can’t get in touch with him. He’s locked up in a place where the mind link is blocked. Only you can help me now, Freda.”
Help her?
I almost burst into laughter. How cheeky this woman could get? How could she say things like that after she had an affair with my so-called fiancé? Didn’t she really find herself ridiculous?
But we were still in the hospital and people started to look this way now. I didn’t want to waste my time on this annoying bitch anymore.
I lowered my voice and warned her, “Natasha, get the hell out of this hospital. What’s happening between you and Carl is none of my business. You make me sick by showing up here.”
Hearing what I just said, Natasha’s face went pale and she wiped off her tears. When she looked up at me, there were actually tears in her eyes. She sobbed, “Freda, I know you hate me and Carl. But you don’t love him anyway. Carl doesn’t love you and we’re in love. Why can’t you just let us be together?”
Was she saying that I was the one who came in the way between her and Carl?
Was it my fault that I didn’t want to give them my blessing?
How absurd could she get?
I couldn’t understand why these people would think about it that way and didn’t get what trick she was trying to pull. Her crying face made me sick. Growing up, she used her tears to make other people like her.
“Natasha, does Carl love you for who you really are or the woman you pretend to be? Does he know who you’re really like?” I laughed ironically.
I was really curious if every man would always fall for this kind of liar.
Carl was like that and my father was too.
Natasha trembled when she heard that and she finally stopped wearing a mask. She came closer and lowered her voice, “Freda, I know you’re jealous of me.”
Huh, I knew it.
When no one she cared about was present, she would reveal her true self to me.
When we were little, Natasha took my favorite doll from me and cut it in half. I came at her and wanted to hit her but before I laid my fingers on her, she started crying and screaming, which drew my father and stepmother’s attention. Natasha cried as she explained to him what had happened. She claimed that she wanted to play with that doll with me but I didn’t want to and therefore tore that doll apart.
I still remembered the look on Levi’s face when he looked at me. His eyes were filled with fear. He seemed to wonder why his firstborn would be such a cruel and ruthless monster. That look stopped me from explaining myself. I didn’t know how to play the victim or be a crybaby so my explanation meant nothing to them.
And I was always distant and cold in their minds, so for them, it was obvious that I was the one who did it. Then I went to Natasha’s room and cut her favorite doll in half in front of her. They thought I did it anyway so what more was I gonna lose?
How could I possibly envy such a hypocrite?
“I’m jealous of you?” I chuckled, “why would I be jealous of you?”
“Because I’m the one Carl chose, not you,” Natasha puffed her chest and said that with pride. She gently rubbed her belly and tried to provoke me, “you’re jealous that Carl got me pregnant. You’ve heard everything that day, right? He said he wants me to carry his baby, not you. After all, even your wolf is a coward.”
I didn’t get it why Natasha would brag about it like a clown.
“Since you’re so proud of yourself, you should take this baby with you to the Blood Moon Pack and tell them that is their future alpha. Why are you here looking for me?” I laughed with contempt, “oh, you’re afraid that they will kick you out. The Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, Maria, doesn’t like you and your mother.”
Natasha choked and then she grunted, “Freda, I’m here to tell you that you’re never gonna win when I want something from you, whether it’s father’s love or Carl’s affection.”
Love?
What could love give me? It couldn’t extend your life expectancy but it could kill you. My mother was killed by this fake love.
And I didn’t expect Levi to love me ever since my mother died.
“I don’t want it anyway. Just take it then,” I said indifferently.
I didn’t want to waste more time on her anymore and walked past her, trying to get back into my office. But then she suddenly grabbed my hand and I saw madness in her eyes.
“Let go of…”
“Ah!”
Before I finished, Natasha acted like I pushed her and she ran into the handrail next to her. She must have mustered all her strength and made a huge noise.
She drew everyone’s attention.
“Freda…my sister…” Natasha begged me as she cried, “why did you…why did you do this to me? He’s just a baby…”
Natasha curled up on the floor and her face distorted with pain. Her dress was tainted by her blood.
The nurse screamed, “Help! She’s having a miscarriage!”
I could hear what everyone around me was gossiping about.
“Did that doctor push her? I just saw her throw that pregnant lady’s hand away…”
“That doctor looks so indifferent. It must be her. How could she be so cruel…”
“Did that pregnant woman call her sister? How could she do that? She’s so cold-blooded.”
So cold-blooded.
That brought me back to the year when I was eight and reminded me of that ruined doll.
Natasha still played the same trick but she became crueller. She used her own child as a tool to make me misunderstood.
This ruthless, wicked woman.
All of a sudden, someone ran towards us.
“Natasha!!!”
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