Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene
Chapter 140
With tears strolling down her cheeks, Shilah ran out of the house, as fast and far away as her legs could carry her. Her left hand was wrapped around her tummy in a protective manner while she swinged the other in her race, fearing he might come after her.
She couldn’t believe it, she’d almost gotten r@ped. Why? Why would he want to do this to her??
Making sure she had gotten far enough and tired, she stopped at a particular spot and bursted into tears – frustrated tears. Why does she keep getting haunted by so many misfortunes? Why were the Spirits forsaking her all of a sudden? Definitely, there was no way she could get back to that house. So, where does she go from there…. pregnant?
She felt some little discomfort around her lower abdomen and quickly found a place to sit. Her life was already a mess.
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AT THE PALACE ✍️
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Queen Chaska stood in front of her window, gazing out in the evening’s darkness which was being brightened a little by the post lamps on each row.
Clearly, she could see the guard’s and maids running about, looking so busy in preparation for the big day.
She could see two Alphas walking side by side, chit-chatting and chuckling. Some wives of Alphas and mistresses of VampLords were equally having fun. And it hurt Chaska to know these was all happening in Chaska’s name.
It should’ve been her – she couldn’t help but think helplessly.
She should’ve been the Queen of this party and not some gold – diggers. Why did Nosheba have to get pregnant with the King’s son? Why??? Why must it happen??
She bit her lip in regret, regret of not putting in more efforts to get pregnant for the King. But it wasn’t her fault. She had multiple intercourse with the King but didn’t get pregnant. And it was something she couldn’t understand.
Now, Shilah was out of the Palace, and Nosheba was the top Queen.
“You need to get a grip of yourself, Chaska” she suddenly heard that calm voice from behind..
“Being this angry and hateful wouldn’t change anything, you know? But would only cost you restlessness while the lady in question is having so much fun in her chambers. I understand how you feel – watching someone else take everything you’ve always wanted. But worrying yourself too much is not the way out”.
A few seconds passed, and slowly, Chaska turned to see her sister, dressed in a casual night dress.
“It’s not as easy as you think, Cami”. She huffed.
“That witch has been rubbing it on my face ever since she got pregnant. And I’m afraid someday, she might spit on me”.
“And that is a day that would never happen” Cami stepped forward. “Believe me, Chaska. Just pray to your goddess and watch things change for your good”.
*Pray* Chaska thought scornfully in her mind. To hell with the prayers.
“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be with Lord Ryder?” She asked as she turned back to the window.
“I’ll be leaving soon. Just came in to check up on you. You didn’t even notice when I came in”. Cami scoffed .
“Anyway, you really need to get some rest, sister. I’ll see you in the morning. Ryder needs me now”.
And walking up to her, she gave her a peck which Chaska returned before leaving.
Now alone in the room, Chaska’s hate and anger returned as she glared at the maids and guards being so busy for the pathetic party. That witch! She needed to find a way to bring her down.
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Few hours into the night and it started raining.
Nosheba was scared and worried as she kept staring through the window and hoping it doesn’t get to ruin her feast. Definitely, it wouldn’t fall all through the night and into the morning of the feast, right? Of course, not. It wouldn’t even dare.
Everyone was present and she just couldn’t have this day ruined at all. So, hopefully, the rain would better stop at midnight.
Uncannily, she couldn’t tell why she was feeling so uneasy. Even as she tried going to sleep, a pathetic voice in her head kept telling the rain was a sign that her feast was going to be ruined. Well, that was a stupid myth she didn’t want to believe.
It was said that having a rainfall on the eve of an important occasion signified bad luck and meant something bad was likely to happen.
But Nosheba didn’t want to believe that. Her party was going to be the best anyone has ever heard of. And nothing can ever ruin that – not even a mythical belief.
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Shilah, on the other hand, sat all alone on the floor and leaning on the bark of a tree. Her hands and legs were huddled together as she shivered from the cold rain, dripping in it already.
Well, that was the only shelter she could find – under a tree where she still got bitten by the rain. But she had no other option.
Her tears got mixed with the rain as she felt so much cold and fear. And in that state, she muttered some prayers to the spirits to protect her.