The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 108: Chapter 108

Warning. This chapter mentions suicide and may prove triggering for some. Please do not read if this might prove triggering to you.
Sarah POV
How long have I been in this dungeon for? I’ve lost track of time. The days blend into one another and it’s not like there’s a calendar to keep track of the days, let alone what month it is. The guards still don’t speak to me. My wolf won’t speak to me. In fact, I’m not even sure these days if I even have one. Repeated attempts to talk to her go unanswered. I know I’ve not been given wolfsbane, because it would harm the baby. This is my wolf sulking, not liking that we are confined to a small space and unable to go for runs and be free. She blames me for everything. Blames me for us being in this whole mess.
I rubbed my stomach. It has gotten bigger. One thing about Luna Mary and Alpha John is that they definitely haven’t starved me. Every meal has generous portions, and I can never finish them. I’m clean, I have everything I need and if I want anything, all I have to do is ask. But all I want is Grant. Don’t they understand that? Don’t they care? How many times must I repeat myself for them to get it? It is his child I am carrying. Our baby. Our pup is contained in my womb. Every day I tell my baby that its father is going to visit us and every day I am left disappointed with a sour taste in my mouth. No matter how much I ask for him, I am always denied or told that Grant is busy. I get that he’s an Alpha and has responsibilities, but as the mother of his unborn child, I should be a priority too, shouldn’t I?
What I wouldn’t give to smell fresh air rather than this rank and putrid mildew, I thought dismally, sitting on the threadbare mattress with my head bowed. Or to feel my feet on the bare grass or the wind in my hair. Or feel the warm sun on my bare skin. Smell the pine from the forest. I sighed. It had been far too long. I fiddled with my hair. Boredom consumed me. I was allowed books, but I didn’t like to read. Books were boring. I missed television, going shopping, and seeing my friends. All the normal teenage stuff. The only people I got to see down here were that damn doctor and occasionally Luna Mary when she came to see how the pregnancy was progressing. Or the guards, I guess if you count them. Personally, I didn’t.
The guards looked at each other. Their eyes were cloudy. Somebody was mind-linking them! This meant something was about to happen. I felt a spark of excitement despite my misgivings. It was probably just Luna Mary coming down again. God, I despised her. I could tell she was faking being nice. Or the damn doctor was coming down to examine me again. I was growing tired of being examined. I wasn’t some damn monkey on display at a zoo. Or something for people to gape at for their own amusement. I also didn’t want my blood taken again or to be touched. It was unnerving. I didn’t like it.
I heard the door to the basement or dungeon, if you prefer it be called that, slam wide open. My mouth went dry in anticipation. I could smell the different scents as they wafted towards me. I frowned. Was it my imagination or was there several and not just one this time? I tried to pick them out but it was difficult as they all mingled together.
I could smell Luna Mary’s, the doctor’s, and Grant’s. My chest flared with excitement. There was another scent I didn’t recognize but I dismissed it. Who cared? Grant, my beloved, was here. To see me! He’d finally come! My heart was beating loudly in my chest. I frantically ran my fingers through my hair trying to make it presentable, standing awkwardly and smoothing down my dress, my hands trembling slightly. What would he think of my appearance, I fretted. I wore no makeup, my hair was loose and my clothes were basic maternity ones. Still, I was sure he could look past all that. Footsteps sounded. I took deep breaths, fighting to maintain calm. Slowly, several people came into view. Luna Mary was the first to greet me as my eyes swept over the group.
“Hello Sarah,” she said pleasantly as I scowled at her “Good morning,” she said quietly.
“Morning” I mumbled, deliberately not calling her Luna. Why should I? She was trying to kill me. She didn’t deserve my respect.
My eyes darted to Grant. I gave him a beaming smile, ignoring the doctor who was carrying that blasted machine again. Grant”, I breathed, “you came.”
He looked at me coldly. I felt hurt. “I came to see how our baby is doing,” he said frostily.
The girl next to him looked at me curiously, her eyes full of sympathy. I glanced at her. She looked a bit like Jordan, I thought, with amusement and me. She had dark brown hair and dark eyes, but whereas Jordan was heavy, she was on the slender side with pale porcelain skin. I had never seen her before either, so I knew she wasn’t from the Blood Moon Pack. “Who the hell are you?” I asked suspiciously. She was too close to Grant for my liking.
She looked uncertainly at Grant now. My suspicions grew. Why was she looking at my Grant that way?
Grant cleared his throat. “This is Juliet,” he said calmly.
“It’s nice to meet you” Juliet stammered, her voice musical and hushed. She looked like a big scaredy cat, I thought triumphantly. There was no way this girl meant anything to Grant. She must just be a visitor.
“Whatever” I hissed as Luna Mary unlocked the cell and gestured to the doctor to go inside. “Like I care.”
The girl merely looked relieved. Grant looked nervous though, as Luna Mary motioned for me to lie on the bed. The doctor placed her medical bag aside and retrieved the machine, putting it inside and placing gel on the probe while I dragged my dress up, exposing my panties to everyone and smirking.
Grant looked anxious now, I saw. Luna Mary bit her lip. “Do not move” she instructed me as I rolled my eyes. I was keen to see my baby on the monitor. Maybe if Grant saw it, he would have a change of heart. The doctor placed the probe against my belly and moved the screen so that Grant could also see it as she began to move the probe. I glanced at the screen, tears coming to my eyes as I saw the distinct image of a full-grown baby in my womb, kicking its legs.
“She’s gorgeous” I heard Luna Mary whisper in awe, also looking at the screen.
“She’s developing healthily despite the circumstances” the doctor whispered uneasily, “and will be born within a few weeks as we suspected. There is nothing that is cause for concern but we will continue to monitor as we have done.”
Luna Mary nodded. Grant moved closer, his eyes widening as he took in the screen. His eyes were shining. His mother smiled at him. “She’s beautiful, Grant” she murmured, and he nodded, never taking his eyes off the screen. “Now we just need to prepare the nursery for her.”
I frowned. That was something Grant and I should be doing together. I wanted to protest. I felt indignant now. The doctor quietly took the probe off and passed me a paper towel to wipe the gel off my stomach. I began to do so and then snuck a glance at Grant, my body stiffening in shock. He was holding hands with that b***h next to him! The one who he’d called Juliet! What the hell! I had thought she was a visitor, but the way he was holding hands and the way he was looking at her… my stomach began to cramp and I felt sick. Oh no. It couldn’t be. No f*****g way. I had thought after Jordan rejected him that he would never find another one. But it was the only explanation I could think of. Why else would they be this lovey-dovely with each other? I swallowed hard, bitterness consuming me.
I was wallowing away in here and he was out f*****g some slut! I couldn’t have that. Why was I making all the sacrifices? Why was I the only one being made to suffer? How could he betray me like that? Didn’t he care about me at all? Was this all a ploy just to keep the baby? Was I just garbage to throw away at the end of the day after all? Had I been deluding myself into thinking he would eventually forgive me and fall back in love with me? Bile rose in my throat and then hatred swept through me.
Grant thought that he could have a happy ever after and leave me here to die. The doctor was busy struggling with the machine, I noticed, and Luna Mary was helping. Grant was busy locking eyes with his so-called mate. It was too perfect, I thought angrily. I reached over and quickly put my hand into the doctor’s bag, pocketing a small scalpel into the palm of my hand. I half expected a guard to yell out but when my eyes shot over there, I noticed they were missing. Luna Mary must have asked them to leave us in private. Foolish woman. When nobody was looking, I hastily put the scalpel into my bra and then stood up, smoothing my dress down. Nobody looked any the wiser. Luna Mary looked rushed. Grant never took his eyes off his precious Juliet. I glared at him.
Still, I had to wait. I had to time this perfectly. Otherwise, they would stop me. I couldn’t afford for that to happen. I had to be patient. My heart raced. I needed them to leave the cell. The doctor grabbed her bag. “Do you want a blood sample this time?” she asked Luna Mary and my heart practically leaped into my throat.
God, please say no, I prayed to myself. Luna Mary looked thoughtful. “Do you think we need one? Was there anything in the last blood test that needed further looking at?” she asked.
The doctor shook her head. “No, everything was normal. Well within the healthy parameters needed.”
“Then we’ll skip it and do it next time” Luna Mary declared to my relief, “I just want to get out of here”, she added coldly.
I merely watched as they walked out of the cell, Luna Mary shutting it firmly behind her.
Now was my moment. I gathered up my courage before they could leave completely. It was time to get my revenge. “Why didn’t you tell me you had found your mate Grant?” I asked in a deceptively sweet tone of voice “Were you worried about how I would react?” I continued in a shaking voice as he looked at me in dread “Or were you more worried about what I might do to our baby if I found out you had betrayed me like this?”
I looked at him, hurt, the pain in my chest excruciating. “All I ever did was love you and you threw it back in my face. All you want is this baby” I shouted, backing away as Grant stared at me with horror in his eyes. “Well, now you have neither” I screamed, pulling the scalpel out of my bra.
“Mother, unlock the door” Grant roared, Luna Mary frantically running forward to do just that.
I mouthed the words ‘I love you’ before the door swung open and then pulled the scalpel roughly across my throat, feeling like I was drowning, my body toppling to the ground as horrified screams sounded and then darkness consumed me and I knew no more.