Chapter 6

• Yvonne's POV
• Oh my God! I'm pregnant and I'm pregnant for Jack, he is the only person that has slept with me before and he took away my virginity. Since Jeff discovered us in his room, and learnt that he had claimed me, he has refused to talk to me. The anger of what happened is still fresh and heavy in his heart, most of the time I feel so downcast because no one would talk to me, I would just be lonely and Nelly can't visit all the times, she has tedious work to do as my manager.
• I would sit on my bed in a different room, the one Jeff gave me. He wouldn't let me continue to stay in his room, he says each time he meets me that he is disgusted by me. He can't stay in the same room with a woman who sold herself to another man whom she claims to be her mate. Even when he realizes that Jack is my mate, he refuses to admit it.
• Right now I don't know what to do, I can't continue to live this lonely life, always staying indoors and having a miserable life. I have deep love for Jack but he is already with his girlfriend and I can't try to get close to him because it would mean attempting to snatch him away. That would be a direct assault to Nelly. I wouldn't be happy if someone did that with my boyfriend I love so much. I have every right to do this as his fated mate but my conscience would prick me each time I try to do it.
• I have my own brand and office to handle, I didn't hope to get pregnant so soon. If Jeff was the one to claim me, I would have used post-coital pills, pregnancy was not part of our agreement. No, I wouldn't let this destroy my life and cut off what I'd planned for myself. I will forge ahead against all odds.
• I pick out my phone and call Nelly who is supposed to be in her office by now, the office she owns in my company. Apart from my foundation which is to help the less privileged, expanding its functionality to the old people, homeless and orphans, I have a huge company which serves as a beauty care home, it was built and organized for anyone who would win the Miss Werewolf America as a permanent asset, luckily that person was me, so I automatically became the CEO of the establishment. I named it BerryBeauty, we manufacture and administer skin care products at a unisex base, just like a spa.
• "Hello Nelly, are you in the office right now?"
• "Yes, I'm here. Is there anything wrong or you want to come here?"
• "There's nothing wrong, I want to resume work at the company." I replied.
• "Your company!" She corrects.
• "Oh yes, I find it a waste of time being at home, doing nothing. This is one week and I haven't achieved anything, is this how I will continue spending the rest of my life or my trimester?"
• "I thought the same as well, it's better if you come out here and continue to fight for your dreams. Being the latest Beauty Queen and being a graduate is too much for you to dump your achievements and get inside the house of your mate, losing your identity. I don't care if he is the President or Alpha King himself, whatever he is, it doesn't matter because fulfilling your purpose on earth matters more."
• I thought about this myself as well. "Alright, I'll be arriving there in the next twenty minutes or thirty. " The time of arrival would depend on if there is a free flow of traffic or not, but I'll arrive there in not more than thirty-five minutes.
• After ending the call, I drop the phone on the table, head to the bathroom to take my bath again, there the nausea comes again, I have to vomit into the sink, opening it so my throw-up can pass through the tube, then I close it and it returns to normal. I wouldn't have the strength to clean the gauze nor give it to someone else, no one can see my vomit. I wouldn't want that to happen, it's unfair.
• How would I be able to get rid of these nauseated feelings, it seems worse with me than with others. An idea comes to mind which I don't know if it's real. I'll think about this later, before then, I hurry to take my bath. I soak myself in a bubble bath with a strong feminine scent, this takes up to twenty-five minutes before I finally wash myself, wipe dry with the towel hung beside me. I make sure I wipe my hair, get it dried with a blow dryer, then I apply cream to it and comb it well.
• Upon returning to my room, I pass through to my dressing room, a large space attached to the room and stacked with all types of dresses, shoes, purses and other accessories. Sometimes I look at it and wonder if this was a boutique before they decided to change it to personal property. It's really a great space which houses all the battalion of products I have including assorted bags.
• Standing and facing all my fashion accessories, I feel confused as to which I should choose. It's been a long time since I went to the office and I need to appear so cool for those who haven't seen me in a while. The way I'll be dressed will determine if they will see me as mature and treat me with respect. I wouldn't trade this for anything else.
• I go for a black fitting gown, corporate and expensive, knee-length in terms of where it stops. I slide into my black shoes, since I'm going to the office, I would prefer to go with a bag than with a purse so I can put my things.
• A thought rushes through my mind. "What the hell!" I exclaim. Wanting to come out special and unique like no one else, it would be more preferable to go in a suit as it's harder for a staff working in a beauty care home to put on an expensive suit for sales or assistance but it's quite casual to find a lady dressed as I am to work.
• Without hesitation, I changed and put on my black suit with the best black trousers I have which came together with the suit and the white shirt being worn inside. I turn around in front of the mirror which extends to the floor from some inches above me.
• "I love who I've become!" I give myself this encouragement, refusing to let any of the challenges I'm facing currently deter me from seeing my self-worth. Pregnancy can't stand in my way of looking great.
• I personally apply makeup on myself, I had learnt this from a professional right before I entered the contest for Miss Werewolf America because for the competition, you would be required to do almost all things for yourself as part of testing capability and as discipline.
• In ten minutes, I'm done with everything. I put up with last minute preparation and make sure everything is set before getting out of the house with my black bag and latest iPhone in hand. I've become so proud of who I've become. Locking the door behind me, I tread through the hallway but soon get stopped by someone I never expected, the love of my life, my crush and mate who has been ignoring me for a month now, I don't know whether it's because of his girlfriend who would be angry with him if she should ever catch him with me.
• "Yvonne, where do you think you are going? " The tone and face he uses seem not friendly in any way. I have never been into him like his brother until I discovered that he was my mate. Jeff loves me and though he is recently angry at me, I know he loves me and doesn't want to lose me. I had this same kind of love for him but now I'm not feeling it that much for him.
• Alpha Jack has taken over that place in my heart but he isn't reciprocating the same kind of love I have for him. I almost smirk, forgetting he is the Alpha most people revere and respect as if he were a god.
• I almost ask him what he means by the question but I choose to keep quiet, looking at him in an assessing way, I never believed he would confront me this way.
• I am an independent woman who wants freedom, though I'm willing to compromise for the one I love and for my relationship to succeed, I don't feel it must be forced. I would do it on my own freewill and will still retain that power of mine as a woman and an independent one.
• We spend the next one minute like that, not responding to his question. My eyes alone communicate to him what I would have said.
• "Why are you staring at me this way? Are you insane or have you forgotten who I am?" He barks at me as if I was a slave, an uneducated omega who can be treated badly in any way desired. This triggers anger in me and I'm bent on replying to him.
• "What do you mean, why are you asking and who do you think you are going to control? Have you talked to me or cared about how I have been doing for the past week? You have no right to ask me that!" I yell back at him and before I could say another word, a slap lands across my cheek.
• This must be a play. Where I was raised, you dare not raise your hands on a woman especially if you are a man. It is believed that you know the right authorities to report to whenever someone does something wrong to you, you might even choose to ignore it if it's not that serious. Him raising his hand on me causes tears to flow from my eyes, tears of anger reflecting the fire burning inside me.
• "How dare you raise your hands against me, who do you think you are! I'm not even here because of you but your brother!"
• "You still bother talking back at me even after the slap? Take another one, I think this is what you want." He hands in another slap, worst that the first seemed to be a child's play. He snatches the bag from my hand, flings it off and then the iPhone.
• "I'm gonna seize this, how dare you talk back at me, don't you know you are a woman and should never raise your voice at a man?"
• What a fuck!
• I give it to him, landing one slap after another, up to three times on both sides of each cheeks. "Fuck you and your stupid ideal, who do you think you are?" I snatched my phone from his hand, bent and picked up my bag, walking away from him, leaving him to the shock that had rained down his veins. "You think a woman cannot defend herself, let me tell you I'm not that kind of a woman, I don't tolerate shit from anyone."
• I pause to snap back at him before walking away finally. I get too pissed to ask anyone to drive me to work. Before he comes out to stop me, I get into my red Lexus, start it and drive out of the estate, waving to the security at the gate. They have been friendly to me since I came here because of who I am and also because I do treat them well, with respect and love despite the fact that we wouldn't be considered to be in the same class.
• Upon reaching the road before I get into the expressway where there is no stoppage except in the case of car breakdown, I stop to look at my face in the mirror I carry around in my bag. When he slapped me, there must have been a mishap on my made-up face. This isn't what I planned for but things ended up appearing this way.
• As expected, the side of the face I was slapped on has the makeup not so smooth, fading unlike the other side. I look into my bag and I'm with my makeup. This gladdens my heart. I can reapply it making sure my face blends well like before if not better than. I give it another touch, making everything perfect. I assess myself and end up admiring myself a second time.
• "You're a queen, you deserve better treatment, don't give up!" I find myself muttering these words of encouragement to myself. I look at the clock and it's getting to the time I speculated to arrive for work. Just as I'm about to start the car and drive off, a message pings on my phone. I stare at the screen and Jack's name appears on top. My heart skips after what I did to him.
• "Make sure you don't come back because I'd deal with you seriously."