62. Unadulterated Beauty.
Narrator’s POV.
The day was bright and Daphne felt extremely refreshed and happy; maybe it was because she had not dreamt of anything for the past two days. Having dreamless nights was something she craved dearly as all her dreams turned out to be nightmares lately.
Nothing could possibly go wrong, the birds sounded happy, the forest was eerily quiet and the weather was just the right temperature.
She stood up from the bed slowly and stretched out her cramped up muscles with a smile; she had a feeling that everything was going to go well for her but as always, she spoke too soon and the gods always point out to the fact that they were against her.
Warm water trickled down her legs in a rush as a contraction came up, making her wail in pain; her baby was coming and there was no one here to help her. She could not get through to Eric as she had no means of communication which meant only one thing; she had to birth her baby on her own.
She hopped into the kitchenette and took out a bowl, pouring some water into it; she had seen this tactic in a few movies and thought water was necessary when giving birth to a child.
Her stomach squeezed once again making her hands tremble, the bowl fell to the ground pouring out its contents, “Fucking shit!”, she screamed in frustration. Seeing as she could not bend down, she grabbed another bowl and poured some water again ensuring that she was extra careful.
Before she left the kitchenette, she grabbed a handful of towels and sat on the couch, placing the bowl on the stool beside her and the towels on the arm of the chair. She was sweating buckets, she started to breathe in and out quickly; another movie tactic she had seen.
Still on the couch, she stripped naked and opened her legs wide feeling her baby coming already. She knew this was going to be hard, there was no doctor telling her what to do, no nurses instructing her on how to place her body, no mate telling her that everything would be fine and that she was strong, or that he loved her and would cherish her till the day he dies. There was no mate kissing her forehead or holding her hand as she faced this severe pain.
She had never done this before, hell! She was a virgin only four months ago and now, she was bringing out an actual living creature from her tiny hole. The pain that came with the next contraction could kill anybody, it was like they had pierced a spear into her multiple times and pulled it out.
She began to doubt whether she would make it or not, it was just too painful! Her cries bounced off the walls as she pushed, closing her eyes and taking in deep breaths, “Ahhhhh!”, she screamed once she felt herself stretching to accommodate the head of the baby.
She pushed again, and gripped the couch tightly. Her nails elongated and so did her canines; she ripped a whole chunk out of the couch with her claws and pushed harder, “Come on Daphne, you are almost there”, she gave herself the moral support that she craved so dearly to come from someone else’s lips.
She was grateful that her wolf had finally decided to come back to her after three months, this was the time that she needed her animalistic part the most, to heal her and save her from pain she felt.
She pushed once more and a loud screech filled the room. Although, she was exhausted, she bent forward quickly and caught her baby before he could fall to the ground. Oddly, the baby’s cries were like music to her ears and not that she was shocked, the baby was a boy.
Tears began to fall down her face as she took in her son, her son that she had just delivered into the world on her own. His chocolate brown hair reminded her so much of her mate but what melted her heart the most was when she caught a glimpse of his eyes; they were the most vibrant purple she had ever seen.
She grabbed the towels and dripped them into the bowl of water, cleaning both she and her son up, “Please do not cry, my boy”, she said as she stood up from the chair with him in her arms, “You will make me cry”, she kissed the top of his small head and rocked him.
He cried louder, “Why are you crying?”, she sat on the bed with her naked butt, pain still prominent in her lady parts. She had made a mental reminder to clean her vagina with a rag and hot water, but first, she had to attend to her new born son who was weeping loudly.
She pushed her breast into his wailing mouth and he kept quiet immediately, sucking like his life depended on it, which it did.
Daphne’s POV.
I looked at my son who laid in my arms and sucked on my breast, his beautiful purple eyes were closed shot as he drank from me. He looked adorable and almost everything about his so far reminded me of Dwayne; from his purple eyes to his deep brown chocolatey hair.
He was the definition of pure and unadulterated beauty, he looked so innocent, so innocent that I was afraid to bring him out to the real world. It baffled me how such a small vulnerable baby could one day become a very powerful man.
It was inevitable, even though he might never get to meet his father, he would always know that he belonged to a powerful bloodline. One day, I would have to tell him who is father is and I really dreaded that day already. He will notice that his eyes were an unusual color and how unique we both were from the rest of the world, not to talk of his wolf; it would be beautiful, just like his fathers.
My little boy would grow up without a father, just the thought hunted me and a stray tear slipped from my eye, I cleaned it away quickly with the back of my hand, afraid that he would see me crying and start his own round, “You look so much like your father”, I whispered, wrapping him up in a blanket. He gave me a toothless grin and I laughed, “My son…”, I realized I had not even given him a name yet, “Dwayne Junior”, I kissed the top of his head gently, “DJ could be your nickname”, I grinned.
He let out a small yawn, telling me he was tired so I placed him on the bed, putting pillows around him to act as a court. I lay beside him with my sweaty body, not wanting to leave his side for even a split second.
“I love you”, it was true, I had fallen in love with him immediately he left my body, he was my pup, I had every reason to love him but my parents could tell you otherwise. My parents, they would never find out that they had become grandparents to a child given birth to out of wedlock.
But, could you really call it wedlock? I was happily mated to him when I got pregnant for him so it was not that. I could just imagine the look of distaste on my mother’s face if she saw me at the moment, alone, with no one else other than a baby.
Narrator’s POV.
The alpha king paced in front of his desk; he was extremely confused as he wondered where the great surge of energy that ran through him had come from. He had never felt anything like it before in his entire life, in an odd kind of way, he felt proud and happy; he felt like a true man and he had no idea why.
His chest swelled rapidly and so did his head, he felt like he had achieved so much by doing absolutely nothing. This feeling was strange because he also felt disappointed in himself in some type of way, he felt like he had missed out on something, something very important; maybe, one of the most important days of his entire existence.
He was filled with mixed feelings; joy, happiness, sadness, shame, pride, disappointment. Feeling all these at once was overwhelming and perplexing, even for a powerful wolf like him.
He had learned to keep all his emotions at bay but he just could not do it this time, all his emotions could be seen through his conflicted purple orbs and he hated it. He strode to his door and locked it shut so no one could come in unannounced; he was an open book and he was not hoping to be read.