Pregnant And Rejected Omega

Harlyn

I thought it was a joke, part of me thought that Stefan was mocking me, even when I grabbed those papers, I thought it was a joke.

It wasn’t, and I hated it. I could barely stand or even understand anything that was going on around me. How could that night have been Stefan?

Today, I told him the truth, that the person that night seemed to crave me, and despite me having no control, there was a feeling like they cared for me. I felt safe in their arms.

How could that have been Stefan? He hated me; he mocked me and called me a wretch. I feel lost, like im stood between two versions of him, the one I remember when we were really young, the man that night, then the one who was cruel and heartless.

Hearing the former king’s words about how Stefan was obsessed with finding the woman from that night, which was me, just tore me apart even more.

For two months I was here, did he hate me that much in the light he refused to even consider the possibility that it was me? A stranger I could have lived with, but Stefan?

I feel like I have been cheated out of something, like him rejecting me was nothing. How is it right that he rejected me but gave me the pups? The most important things in my life came from his rejection.

The noise of everyone shouting surrounds me, but it’s muted. I can barely move my body, and I know that I’m in shock. I thought he was mocking me, the entire time, even when he apologised and said he loved me, I thought it was a joke.

Could it all be true? If it was him that night, does that mean he loves me, and that night made him realise? I feel like I want to kill him, not because it was him that night, not because he raped me.

Just because it’s him. Which makes no sense.

“We’re getting out of here, my love,” Wayne whispers his words into my ear, and I nod, my hands clinging to him. My mind is still struggling to accept that it was Stefan that night. I want him to take back those papers so I can live in ignorant bliss.

A scream escapes my lips as what feels like claws drag across my body. I would have believed it was real had Wayne not got his arms wrapped around me.

The pain seems to spread, and it’s like I’m being attacked. I can hear the shouting of people telling someone to stop, but my head barely even lifts enough for me to see what is happening.

Then silence, there’s no pain, nothing.

“We’re leaving, my love, now.” Wayne’s words are full of worry, and I nod. I don’t want to stay here, I don’t want the pups living here with my father abuse.

I feel him placing me into the bed, and he begins to move and pack.

“Pups, go pack your bags.” Wayne’s words are quiet, and I go to move, but he stops me. “Just give yourself time, you’re in shock, calm your breathing. I will pack.”

I need to know. Part of me feels like I need to ask him about that night to find out exactly what happened and how it happened.

When I was pulled into that room, I could have sworn I didn’t recognise the person, but it was Stefan. How was it, Stefan?

“Calm down, please.” Wayne’s words seep into my mind, but I can’t.

“I need to speak to him.” My words come out as a whisper.

“No, Harlyn, that won’t make this better.” He grips my cheeks. “Right now, you can barely speak; how will you cope with facing him and asking those questions?” He releases me and steps back. My eyes follow him as he walks around the room and packs.

“You need to reject him, accept his rejection, Harlyn. Then he can’t hold you here.”

My head nods, but the pups? I glance towards him. “They won’t let me take the pups, Wayne.” They are part of the royal family.

“They have no control over us; they can’t stop us. Believe me, we are not leaving the pups here, and we’re not staying here. Just trust me. Do you trust me?” I look around us and consider his words; I’m not sure.

He sits ahead of me, grasping my face. “Harlyn, my love, for eight years, I have protected you and the pups. Do you trust me?” He waits, and I nod. I don’t know why I doubted it then.

“I do; I just don’t want to lose them, Wayne.” I feel like I’m going to. I feel like if I try to leave, the pups will be restricted to the kingdom, and I don’t want that.

“Look, the pups will be finishing packing; we need to leave. Do you want to say goodbye to your mother and brothers?” He looks at me, and I nod.

I turn to the door hearing the quiet knock, Wayne opens it and the queen walks in.

“Your Grace,” I go to curtsey, and her head shakes.

“Harlyn, it’s fine.” She looks between me and Wayne. “Maybe I have a moment alone with her?” She steps closer to me.

“No, I’m sorry, but that isn’t possible.” Wayne moves to my side.

“Fine, Harlyn, please consider not leaving. Just stay, please. I know what has happened is awful, and I know Stefan hurt you and rejected you, but don’t take the pups; don’t punish them by removing them from the kingdom and their royalty.”

She looks at me, pleading with her eyes.

“I barely even know them, my grandbabies; please, Harlyn, I am begging you.”

I want to agree, but I can’t. “While Stefan used to love being a Prince, he would tell me about how little of a life he had, how little choice he had in what he could do. How the title hung over his head and removed his freedom. I don’t want that for the pups.”

That is their future, the expectations, the title bearing down on them. I remember Stefan those nights, speaking about how much he loved it but hated that the choice was always taken from him.

“Then, they won’t be princes and princesses, I promise, please, Harlyn.” She looks at me, and my head shakes.

“I need to speak to Stefan.” I try to make my words strong, but they are weak, and Wayne stares at me. “I need answers that only he can give me. Then I am leaving. I suggest you say goodbye to the pups.” I look at her and watch her walk out.

“I’m staying, Harlyn; I will not leave you with him.” Wayne pulls me against him, and I nod. I’m not letting the pups feel like they have no choice in their lives.