Chapter 95 Forgiveness granted or not?
ANGELICA'S POV
‘I can't believe it. Did we even do right by bringing her here?’
‘I think we should've taken her with us. What if she hates us for it?’
‘She is already angry about what we all did. And we deserve it.’
The familiar voices sounded around me, and I furrowed my brow.
What were they talking about? Were they talking about me? Of course, they were.
But why couldn't I open my eyes? Was it morning? I wondered before the events of what had happened flashed through my mind.
No. I wasn't sleeping. I had fainted. But why?
I even drank the detoxification water. There wasn't any weakness that I was feeling at that moment. Restless and overwhelmed, but definitely not weak.
Then why did I faint?
After what felt like an eternity, I was able to blink my eyes open. The room was dimly lit, which I was thankful for.
The first thing that I noticed was the familiar pattern on the ceiling, and my body froze.
They brought me back to the Blood Martial pack.
How dare they? Did they really think I forgave them just because they had apologized?
I sat, feeling a bit groggy, and was about to open my mouth to speak to the crowd, which was probably right out the door, when the door flung open.
Everyone walked inside before I saw their eyes widen when they saw me sitting.
“Angel baby, you are awake. Thank goodness. Congratulations, my love." My mom was the first one to rush to me and hug me.
I furrowed my brows. Congratulations? For what? Returning to the pack? Should I mention they were the ones who brought me here without my permission?
“Congratulations, sweetheart,” Ronaldo said next before he pulled my mother away from me.
“Let them talk,” he said before leaving me alone with the twin alphas in the room.
“You were the ones who brought me here. Was it fun taking advantage of my unconscious self?” I asked as soon as the door closed.
Dylan looked at me with a weird expression. It wasn't apologetic like earlier anymore. It was filled with so much love and tender caring that it surprised me.
I turned my gaze to Ericson, who was no better.
He knelt beside my bed and pulled my ankle towards himself before kissing the tip of my foot.
“Thank you, Mi Vida. Thank you for this kind of happiness,” he said.
I looked at Dylan for an explanation. He was always the one who understood my emotions and questions without me having to ask.
“The reason you fainted is that you are pregnant, mi amore,” Dylan said.
I froze in my place.
Pregnant? There was life growing inside my womb. My hand flew to my abdomen immediately to feel it.
I couldn't feel anything, but even after that, right after hearing it, it was almost as if I could feel the baby already.
My heart skipped a beat at the thought.
I was pregnant. There was a baby inside my womb. The thought made me giddy, and I couldn't fight the smile off my face.
Just wow…
“We love you, mi amore." Dylan walked to the other side of the bed before climbing on it.
He crawled to me and then pulled my head on his chest, hugging me from the side.
I didn't fight it this time. I let him hug me. As angry as I was at them, this wasn't my baby alone. This was theirs too.
And honestly, my head was much clearer now.
As I enjoyed the feeling of being held again, a weird question suddenly crept into my mind.
“How would you know it was yours?” I asked randomly.
“Hmm?” Dylan asked.
“What if people speculate the baby isn't yours? I wasn't with you guys for more than a week. What if they accuse me of betrayal?” I asked.
Dylan cupped my face, forcing me to look at him.
“No one will doubt you. Do you not know how pregnancy works, baby? You don't find out you are pregnant right after having sex. It takes a couple of weeks to know,” Dylan explained, and I felt heat rising to my cheeks.
That should've been something I already should have known. I am the woman here. It's my body.
As if Dylan understood I was embarrassed, he hid my face in his chest again before chuckling, his velvety chuckle like melting chocolate in my mouth.
“Will I not be forgiven? I mean, I know I am the main culprit here, but… can I just hug you once to feel the baby?” Ericson's words drew my attention to him.
I saw him standing near my feet, his eyes teary with hope that I would agree.
I know he was beating himself to it already. If it weren't for Felicia and their guilt, I couldn't have asked for more loving mates.
“No. You don't get forgiveness. Not when I am famished,” I said with a fake scowl.
Ericson nodded with sadness before he probably realized what I meant. He looked up with wide eyes.
“I will cook something really, really delicious and healthy for you. Wait for me,” he said before rushing out of the room.
Once the man left, Dylan turned to me.
“Are you really not planning to forgive him?” He asked.
I nibbled at his question.
“I think I had forgiven you guys the moment I found out the truth about the manipulation, or I wouldn't have come to help. It's just… it still hurts me to think you guys didn't fight it for me. even once. I know you did, but Ericson… It hurts my pride. But at the same time, I know the reason why…” I tried to explain my messy thoughts to him.
The man smiled.
His blue eyes looked so beautiful at that moment. He cupped my cheeks before pressing his lips to mine.
The touch was so soft that it almost made me wonder if I imagined it.
“We will make it up to you. With our love, our patience, and our passion, we will. Just trust us and give us this chance. We made a mistake, and we are asking for redemption. For our love, for our baby, please?” Dylan coaxed me.
He knew I had forgiven them, but they wanted me to love them carefreely like I used to. He knew I wasn't going anywhere because of the baby, but he wanted my unconditional love like before, and the thought made me smile.
“Okay. I will give you that opportunity,” I said.
The man tucked my hair behind my ears before kissing my forehead.
I closed my eyes, letting my heart remember the feeling, familiarizing it with the love I had forgotten or buried.
His thumb rubbed my mark, and I sighed in contentment.
“Let's go,” he said, and I furrowed my brows.
“Where?” I asked.
“Well, it was hard cleaning up the mess and making it right for the event, but we pulled whatever we could,” Dylan said.
He took me to the living room of the house that I had started to call home. The smell of good food wafted through my nostrils, and my stomach made a loud sound.
I looked at Dylan in embarrassment, who smiled at me.
“Just a few minutes more, mi amor," Dylan said and pulled me out of the house.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement.
The entire pack was gathered outside the house, with the prime soldiers lined up first behind the female soldiers.
I furrowed my brows when all of them smiled.
What was really happening?
“We would like to show our gratitude to Luna Angelica Black Pearl for saving our lives and dignity,” they said together, the voices echoing through the silent forests, making a shudder run down my spine.
Tears brimmed in my eyes when all of them bowed to me and got on their knees to show respect for what I did.
Even the people who didn't like me earlier and used to hate my presence were bowing to me.
This is what we deserve—respect and power. Cecilia said, and I sighed.
“You guys can stop bowing. I did what was right. Besides, I am not your Luna,” I said with a bitter smile, wanting to remind them that the Luna ceremony was never concluded because of Cecilia's arrival.
“That's why we have gathered here,” Ericson said from behind me and brought out the ancient hierarchical bowl.
“Please accept our proposal. Marry us, Mi Vida,” Ericson got on his knees before me.
He was about to place his head on my foot when I stepped back with wide eyes.
“What are you doing? Don't you know this position will only make your wounds reopen?” I asked.
“I don't care. If I am asking for forgiveness and if it means you will forgive me, I'll stay in this position for the rest of my life,” Ericson said.
“Is that so?” I asked.
He nodded, and I hummed.
“I accept the offer to be Luna, but Ericson will have to bow here until I say so,” I said.
There was not a hint of remorse in his eyes; there was only genuine happiness, and I couldn't help but clench my fists.
I was punishing him. But for some reason, why did it feel like I was hurting more?