The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Sarah POV
I was barely paying any attention to my surroundings. Ever since that night, Grant had been spending his nights in the guest room and it was making me feel like I didn’t belong in the pack house, even though his mother, Luna Mary, thank goodness, seemed to be blissfully unaware of it. I nibbled on a dry piece of toast, my stomach revolting even against that. I frowned, putting the piece of toast down with a grimace. I hadn’t had much of an appetite lately, though I didn’t know why. Usually, I adored breakfast, especially with the scrumptious pastries and croissants that were always on offer.
“So I was thinking that maybe it would be nice to have a ceremony where we at least celebrate the fact that you and Grant are chosen mates” Luna Mary was saying enthusiastically in the background as I stared silently at the table. I was absent-minded, barely able to focus. I was so tired. It was hard spending every night on my own, unable to sleep properly for fear that I hadn’t achieved what I had attempted to.
“Earth to Sarah” laughed Luna Mary and I blinked and hastily looked up at her “Well what do you think?” she asked patiently.
“Oh um, have you asked Grant how he feels about it?” I stammered.
Something told me Grant would be pissed if we held a ceremony celebrating something he hated right now. Luna Mary scoffed. “Men hate doing anything to do with ceremonies and parties. It’s us women who do all the preparations and organizing anyway. I think I’ll discuss it with John and choose a date” she murmured thoughtfully, finishing her coffee and leaving it on the table as she stood up, her dress flowing down to her ankles as she came over and gave me a peck on the forehead. “You’re really pale, maybe you should go lie down and get more sleep” she instructed, shaking her head and then disappearing out the door with a smile.
I relaxed. I went to sip my coffee and instantly recoiled, the smell making my stomach churn. It smelt off like the milk was bad or something. I pushed the mug to the side with a sigh and then bit into the toast again. It tasted like cardboard. I let it drop back onto the plate with a clatter and scowled. I felt irritated. I yawned. I was tired. I got up from the table and felt a sudden rush of lightheadedness wash over me. I reached out to steady myself on the table. What in the hell was that? Once the feeling had passed, I began to walk back upstairs. I passed Grant on the stairs. He raked his gaze over me, his eyes full of scorn, his lips curling back in disgust. I flinched. I knew I didn’t exactly look my best. I was still clad in my pajamas and silk robe, I wore no makeup and my hair was pulled back in a messy bun. I had been intending on soaking in a luxurious bath and then getting dressed and made up afterward.
“You look a mess,” he said bluntly.
“Well maybe if you spent more nights with me, your mate, I wouldn’t be so miserable” I hissed.
“We’re not mates, get that through your head, and if I have my way, we won’t be for long” he murmured cryptically, his eyes flashing with anger.
“Why do you hate me so much? I thought you loved me” I said bewildered.
“Stop playing the victim Sarah, it doesn’t suit you, and stop playing innocent. As for spending nights with you, god after what you did? I’d rather spend the night in the dungeon than spend another minute in your company” he hissed, causing me to cringe, the venom dripping from his voice.
He swept past me without another word, his eyes intent on the front door, and I swallowed hard and forced my legs to move, step by step, reaching the bedroom and collapsing on the bed with a sigh. I put my face in my hands. Everything had gone so wrong. Grant hated me. I thought once he’d gotten over the whole marked thing he would have been happy that we were mates but instead, he was treating me with distrust and suspicion. He was being a bastard. Didn’t he understand I had done this with the best intentions in mind? Nobody else in this pack was as capable of being Luna as I was. He needed to realize that. Needed to learn to accept it and move on from whatever was making him so angry. Bile rose up in my throat and I felt myself dry heaving. I rushed to the bathroom, getting there just in time to sink to my knees, on the cold tiled bathroom floor and vomit my stomach contents right into the toilet bowl. I groaned in disgust, feeling wretched. I felt awful. I hesitated to move. Finally, I stood up and headed to the sink, brushing my teeth thoroughly and rinsing my mouth out. As I stared into the mirror, I began to think. Certain smells made me nauseous, I felt dizzy, I was vomiting and I was tired. I got butterflies in my stomach as I gasped. Could it possibly be? I began to run the dates back in my mind. I was due for my period yesterday! I began to rifle through the drawers in the vanity, stymied when I didn’t find what I was looking for. Damn. I suppose it wasn’t something that was a normal thing to keep in one’s bathroom.
I mind-linked an omega and sat back on the bed waiting, biting my lip anxiously. It wasn’t long until there was a tentative knock on the door.
“Ma’am” came a polite voice.
“Enter,” I said sharply.
A young girl, about my age, with dirty blonde hair and dull brown eyes stepped inside the room, dressed in casual clothing. She had a small chemist bag in her hand. Without another word, she passed it to me and then bowed her head. “You understand this is to be kept strictly between us,” I told her harshly “If I discover you have told anybody else about this” I snarled.
“I understand Miss,” she said meekly “and no I will not tell anyone else. It will be kept strictly confidential.”
I eyed her skeptically but didn’t really have any choice but to believe her. Hopefully, she was too cowed by me to make the foolish mistake of gossiping.
“Leave,” I said snappily.
She hastily left, bowing her head to me respectfully and shutting the door with a gentle click.
I waited a minute or two, ensuring she didn’t come back, and then began to dig through the chemist’s bag, producing the item in question. I stared at it. Such a small box and yet it had the potential to change my life completely. I ripped the packaging off. I began to read the instructions to myself. It seemed simple enough. The test took three minutes. If a line appeared in the small circle it meant that I was indeed pregnant. I inhaled sharply, undoing the tie on my robe and letting it drop to the floor, gripping the test tightly in hand and making my way into the bathroom. It had said it was best to do it straight in the morning, but in my mind, it wasn’t late, and with luck, it would still be able to determine whether or not I was. I was nervous though. Part of me wondered if I could do this. My hand shook. I gritted my teeth. I was being a coward, I thought scornfully. A wimp. Get yourself together Sarah, I scolded myself, you’re better than this. You have nerves of steel. Get it done already! Stop p***y footing around!
I sat on the toilet and peed on the stick, placing it carefully on the vanity. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and then paced back and forth, biting my lip. Three minutes seemed like such an inconsequential amount of time but it seemed like a lifetime. It felt like forever, my anxiety skyrocketing as I waited. I nibbled on my fingernails. This had to work. I needed this too. This was my way out of everything I had gotten myself into.
Please let there be a line, I prayed to myself. Please let there be a pink line. I approached the vanity, as though I was approaching a bomb about to go off. I picked up the test with trembling hands, my eyes widening as I looked down at the test. I wanted to celebrate and dance with joy. Instead, I gave a shriek, clutching the test tightly in my hand. Yes, I had gotten what I wanted. This made everything seem worth it. Triumph danced through my head. Grant would never be able to get rid of me now. Not when I had undeniable proof that I was carrying his unborn child. The heir that would eventually take over from him as the future Alpha.
I wrapped the test in tissue paper and carried it into the bedroom, carefully placing it into my drawer, beneath my clothes. I rubbed my stomach with the small of my hand, picturing in my mind’s eye, the swollen bump as I carried my child inside me. More importantly, I saw Grant, beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist, beaming at me as he rubbed my stomach with his hand, love in his eyes and a proud smile on his face. The perfect picture of pure happiness.
I almost skipped into the bathroom and started the water for the bathtub, sinking down into it luxuriously. How was I going to tell him the good news? Should I wait until it was safe to inform him and far too late to do anything about it? My mind ticked over with the endless possibilities. Luna Mary was going to be ecstatic to learn that she was going to have a grandchild. I knew she would be the one to tell, in order to ensure my safety. But I planned on telling everyone at once. The question was, should I go big, or should I do it in a more intimate setting?
I smirked. Poor Grant. He wasn’t going to know what hit him. As for when the baby was born? I had no intention of being tied down to look after it 24/7. Not when I was still so young. I would be making certain that a nanny was hired. I deserved to still have fun, and be able to go out. I wasn’t going to have my life wasted away, while Grant still got to enjoy his. Besides, as Luna, I was going to be extraordinarily busy with pack duties. Not to mention the endless meetings and traveling to other packs to meet Alphas and Luna.
I began to scrub myself all over. I wanted to make myself pretty. My spirits were rising, with the good news I’d received today. Not even Grant’s comments earlier were going to weigh me down. Not now. I smirked, going through my outfits in my mind. I could see the look on his face when I finally told him the news and it was glorious.
“Luna Sarah,” I said out loud, gleefully “It has a nice ring to it,” I said sighing and leaning back in the tub.
Wedding bells sounded in my mind. I squealed and began to sing. It was all coming together. Soon Grant would have no choice but to marry me and then my life would finally be complete. This would prove to be the best distraction from finding out the truth and if he did discover it? He could hardly kill me now, could he? I smirked.