Chapter 99 Is Aura and the baby in danger again?
99\. Is Aura and the baby in danger again?
Alpha Damien's POV
Miss Martha gave me a 'I know something bothers you' look and took the seat across from me.
"Nothing is wrong, Miss. Martha." I lied as I don't feel like sharing it with her.
It is good if only limited people know what I know. And if it goes to Miss. Martha's ears then it will not be long before reaching to Aura's. She will be scared and her faded wounds may reappear from the news. It may affect her, which is the last thing I want to happen to her in this condition.
I tried to not meet my eyes with the motherly figure sitting before me. But she caught my chin and made me look at her.
"I know there is something serious. I smelt it right when you rushed out of the mansion with a pallid face." She said, her hand falling to my shoulder. "Now tell me, Damien."
I bit my mouth and forced a cool smile to pretend everything was okay. But a stern stare from her and I lost the game.
"Promise me you won't let it get into Aura's ears." I covered her hand on my shoulder.
She squeezed my shoulder in assurance as she passed me a calm look, "You have my word."
Okay, my heart was still not convinced but she needs to know. Miss. Martha had been looking after this mansion even before I was born. She knows this place better than me and if anything unpredictable occurs, then she would put her life and breath into it and stop it from harming my mate and my cub.
I closed my eyes to muster some energy as I glanced in the corridor that leads to our room. Aura was engrossed in her conversation with Ginny and there were no servants around either.
"Tell me, Damien," Miss. Martha urged.
"Err, I received an email from an anonymous ID on my laptop while Aura was asleep." I wanted to recite what I read but my voice won't help.
Hence, I yanked out my phone for the screenshot I have taken of the mail from my PC and forwarded it for her to read.
"Oh my god, Damien!" As expected, she gasped just like how I had and covered her mouth.
I have received various mails and messages from anonymous IDs but this one was gut wrenching— because it read:
"Enjoying your life, Alpha Damien?
Well, you should be. You are happily married and are expecting a heir soon. The world is happy for you. We can guess how much your pack is awaiting the new heir just by the amount of flowers and gifts you receive daily.
Isn't it exhilarating, is it?
Life is just perfect, right? With all the felicity of life kissing your feet, you are enjoying each day with your beautiful plump mate.
However, what if your happiness turns into mourning overnight? What if your happy life turns into a living hell? Would you cry and lock yourself in your bedroom and weep at the sight of your wife's memories if you lose her and that almost ripe baby in her womb? Or turn into a barbarian and set the world on fire for your loss?
We won't know unless it happens, will we?
Hoping that she remains unharmed (depends how you protect her) and pull that baby out without any complications.
Best wishes for you and the baby Hunter.
You Wellwisher~"
Madam Martha froze. She kept staring at and rereading the mail again and again. The visibility of moisture in her eyes spoke of her terror.
"Who could send this, Damien?" But as I have known her, she bravely looked up from her miserable thoughts and blinked at me.
"I don't know, Miss. Martha. I honestly don't know." I said, palming my face. "I've forwarded the message to the tech team and the cops. They are trying to locate the sender and catch him."
The thoughts of Aurora being harmed and laying in a pool of blood flashed before my eyes. I shook coherently and swallowed my saliva. I can't think of my unborn baby hurt.
My mansion is under tight security. There are guards at every two minutes step in the garden. Nothing can get my wife as long as they are there. But still a part of my heart shivers and clenches. Because the mail mentioned my unborn baby.
My baby that's not even born. My baby that's already gone through a shitty phase in the beginning of his development stage. I would die if anything happened to that little soul when it's about to be born.
As the mail read, I would definitely set the world on fire and give each of my enemies an extremely painful death. I would not leave anyone if anything happens to my family.
"Damien," Miss. Martha's shaky voice made me wipe out the clouds of worst consequences and focus on the present.
She placed my phone beside her and mopped her cheeks.
"Do you think... Do you think," She was disturbed.
That unborn baby is not just my life alone but hers too. She loves that little life growing inside Aura. I can't imagine what would become of Miss. Martha if anything happened to my cub.
Erghh, life was perfect, Moon Goddess. Why did you cast these clouds of concern over our house?
It's after a decade I have been able to feel content and be satisfied with my life. I hope this all happens to be my dream when I open my eyes the following morning.
'Unfortunately, it is not a dream, Alpha Damien. But don't let this hover over your actual dreams.' My wolf said with determination.
I shook Miss. Martha and pulled her out of her reverie.
"You were saying something, weren't you?" The lines on her forehead intensified over my curious inquiry.
She worried her lips between her teeth and said, "I was saying that— could it be Peter?"
My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name.
"Peter?" It could be.
But I truly wish it better not be him or anyone working for him.
Because if what Miss Martha guesses is correct, then we are trapped from all the sides. I say that because there are various people working for me, who used to work for Peter before his arrest. It would be difficult to tell apart the snake in my sleeve but it is not impossible.
I looked up at the old lady's worried face and squeezed her hand, "Aura is here, remember what you promised me." We both observed her walk towards us while carrying her bulged out stomach carefully in one hand as she took the support of the wall with the other.
Madam Martha got up to get her. She's taken a step forward when I whispered, "You also have to take care of her and be with her twenty-four into seven unless I find the person behind this mail and confirm our doubts, Miss. Martha."
She didn't reply but her deep sigh was an acknowledgement towards my words before she ran to her smiling and plump daughter.
Oh, Moon goddess, I hope my family will be like this until my last breath.
Tbc...