The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

Grant POV
I stared through the bars, my hands clenched into fists, my anger palpable, my eyes flashing, my rage barely contained. She was gone. I would not be able to reclaim her as mine. I had been forced to let her go, forced to let go of the one person who should have been mine and would have been if it hadn’t been for this b***h’s interference. My breathing was shallow, my breath coming in short spurts as I dug my nails into my flesh, drawing blood and relishing in the pain. At least it distracted me from the pain in my heart.
I wanted to kill her. My hands itched to wrap themselves around her throat and squeeze, drawing the life out of her until she took her last breath. Watch her eyes bulge out of her breath and feel her nails scratch at me as she tried to force my hands away. Never before had I felt so much hatred towards another human being as I felt right now. I was ropeable.
“You ruined my life you b***h” I roared, lashing out and sending the nearest chair to the floor, it bounces up and then shatters into pieces. “She was meant to be my mate and because of what you did” I snarled “Now she’s gone, with that asshole cousin of mine instead. Do you have any idea just how much I despise you right now? How much I wish I could kill you at this moment?”
Sarah looks at me blankly. Her hair is limp, her eyes are dull. Her clothes, although clean are crumpled and consist of basic track pants and a plain sweatshirt, a far cry from the designer clothes she is used to. Her fingernails are jagged and torn, her face is pale and her eyes are red and puffy from crying. Although she’s only been in the cell for a few days she already looks like she’s been in here for months at a time.
“I did it for us,” she said, her expression earnest, a small smile on her lips “so that we could be together.” “You did it for yourself,” I said bitterly, shooting her a look full of hatred which made her flinch and draw back slightly “You only ever think of yourself you b***h. Even this pregnancy, it’s all about you isn’t it?” I asked, venting out loud “I bet you thought being pregnant would save you from being punished for what you did and how did that work out Sarah?” I asked softly, coming closer and glowering at her “It didn’t quite work out to plan did it now? I bet you weren’t expecting the ruling that Elder Jason handed out were you? That man saw right through you, didn’t he” I breathed, “and he didn’t like what he saw. A conniving, manipulative little slut, who wanted nothing more than to be Luna and who didn’t care who she hurt in the process. You’ve gotten what you deserved. If it wasn’t for the baby you were carrying, you would be dead right now” I said coldly, my eyes dipping to her stomach, which was still relatively flat.
She wrapped her arms around her stomach and began to sob. It was pathetic. She looked at me pleadingly. “Grant, please, ” she said her voice cracking, her eyes shining “I just wanted you to love me like I loved you. It wasn’t that I was trying to hurt you, I just loved you so much” she whispered.
I wasn’t falling for it. Nothing she said or did was ever going to stop me from hating her as much as I did right now. I laughed maliciously.
“Still playing the victim game are we Sarah? Drugging me and seducing me in order to cause me to choose you as my mate wasn’t getting me to love you. That was intentional. Premeditated. Planned” I said between gritted teeth.
Gods, why was I doing this to myself? Why had I come down here? My anger had been so extreme after Jordan had left with Blaze that a day or so later, after hurting and brooding to myself, I had stormed down to the dungeon wanting to confront the person I blamed for everything that happened to me, and now, now I couldn’t bring myself to walk away. I wanted her to hurt as much as I was hurting. To feel the pain, I was feeling.
She was in a cell at the back of the dungeon, far away from her father and stepmother who were due to be banished a few days from now. It left her unable to communicate with her father unless she mind-linked him but considering that we’d been dosing both Maxwell and Stella with wolfsbane, it was highly unlikely they were able to respond to her. We would have dosed Sarah but Wolfsbane would have harmed the baby. My baby. Something I still couldn’t wrap my head around.
Sarah’s lip quivered. “I just wanted us to be a family” she whispered brokenly “I thought you wanted me to provide you with an heir. Isn’t that the role of a Luna?” she said convincingly “To provide heirs and to nurture and raise the children she provides? I did what was expected of me and you want to punish me for it” she hissed.
“You drugged me in order to get pregnant” I snarled, “I don’t know what you gave me to make me think you were your sister, to conceive but it sure as hell was effective. You’re nothing but a menace” I growled “one that the whole pack will be glad to be rid of. It seems you’re not well-liked in the pack” I said with an arched brow.
She looked stunned by that admission. It was the truth. Her cruelty towards others was widely known and was apparently not just aimed at Jordan. Now that she was confined in the dungeon, the truth was quickly coming out as pack members came forward about her bullying. My mother and father were dismayed to find out just how many victims there were in regard to Sarah’s maliciousness.
Footsteps sounded behind me and I turned to see my mother and a doctor regarding me. My mother’s eyes shone with sympathy.
“Mother,” I said quietly “what are you doing down here?”
She gave a heavy sigh. “I know that you hate her. I know what she’s done is beyond despicable and I don’t blame you for the feelings that you have for her. I hate her too” she added coldly, shooting Sarah a glare, her eyes glittering with contempt “But it doesn’t change the fact that she’s carrying your baby. Above all else, that baby, that child,” she said, pausing, a thoughtful expression on her face “is innocent in all of this and does not deserve to be punished for it’s mother’s actions.”
“That’s assuming that the pregnancy test wasn’t a false positive or some sort of engineered fake,” I said moodily “I wouldn’t put it past the b***h to have faked that too.”
My mother gave a gasp. “Language Grant” she scolded, sounding quite shocked “and I get your hesitations. That’s why I brought Dr. Sandra here to come and do a blood analysis of Sarah here to determine once and for all that she is in fact telling the truth and is pregnant. Not only that but if that is the case, the next step will be to organize an ultrasound to determine how far along she is.”
Sarah smirked. “By all means take the blood test” she snapped “You’ll see I’m telling the truth.”
My mother looked at her sharply. “I wouldn’t take that tone of voice with me. It’s hardly going to change your circumstances” she snapped.
Dr. Sandra fiddled with her doctor’s bag nervously. My mother cleared her throat. “Hold your arm through the bars Sarah” she instructed in a hard tone.
Sarah shook her head. “Nope” she said bluntly “I’m not going to risk Grant slamming my arm against the silver and burning me” she said.
My mother sighed. I glowered at her. The idea had crossed my mind, I wasn’t going to lie. It would have given me great satisfaction to hurt her if only a little bit. Dr Sandra looked nervous now.
“Fine,” my mother said tightly “Unlock the door Grant, and then stand behind us in case she attempts anything. Sarah if you try to escape, Grant has my permission to kill you, as tasteless as that seems to me, and as much as I would abhor killing a baby. Do you understand me?”
Sarah gave a nod. I grudgingly unlocked the door and swung the cell door open. Dr. Sandra and my mother tentatively approached her. Sarah rolled her eyes and held her arm out. I stared at her, daring her to make a move. Any move, even a small one, and I wouldn’t hesitate to tear her to shreds. She knew it. She stared at me over the doctor’s shoulder as she inserted a needle and began to take some of Sarah’s blood into a small vial. Dr Sandra slowly withdrew the needle and put a small bandage over the wound. I rolled my eyes. It would heal in a moment so it was kind of pointless but I guess it was like second nature to the kind doctor. The doctor placed everything back in her bag and together she and my mother backed out of the cell and I swung the door shut.
“Do you have everything you need Dr Sandra?” my mother asked, turning to the young woman who inclined her head and bared her neck respectfully.
“I do Luna Mary. Is there anything else you require of me or anything else I can do to be of assistance?”
“No, thank you. Please run the test and inform me as soon as you get the results. If it’s positive I want an ultrasound scheduled for as soon as it can be made. I want you to be the primary doctor caring for Sarah.”
“Then I will take my leave, Luna Mary, and inform you of the results as soon as I have them,” Dr Sandra said, quietly turning around and leaving, her footsteps fading into the distance.
My mother put a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I know that you’re overwhelmed and it can’t have been easy seeing Jordan leave with your cousin Blaze,” she said regretfully.
Sarah snorted. “Jordan’s second chance mate is your cousin” she mocked, laughing out loud “Oh my god, of all the rotten luck” she chortled “but how delicious it is to hear that your precious mate is now with your cousin. What a shame,” she said unsympathetically as my mother looked at her like she wanted to snap her neck in half.
“Shut up” I roared.
My mother tugged my arm. “Leave it,” she said scornfully “Your second chance mate will come along. I know she will. Whereas this one” she gestured with the back of her head towards Sarah “will never get to see the light of day again, until she’s executed. Take some comfort from knowing that” she breathed.
I let her drag me along. My heart felt heavy. Even though my mother meant well, the words rang hollow. Letting go of Jordan had been the hardest thing I’d ever had to do in my life and that was despite accepting her rejection. If it hurt this much, I thought miserably, as we made our way upstairs, leaving a shrieking Sarah behind, then did I really want to experience this type of pain and anguish again? Would finding a second chance mate really heal my broken heart or would it just end in yet another heartbreak? It would have to be a special kind of mate, I thought to myself grimly, to accept a single father encumbered with a baby. Did such a mate exist or would I be doomed to be alone forever, haunted by my memories of Jordan and the constant images of what-ifs playing in my mind?