Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 311: Only worse…

Leilani.

Ladies and gentlemen, lovers and singles, guess what?

Darius indeed went crazy!

After convincing everyone that they could return to their various houses and that I could be fine alone for a couple of hours, I tried to read myself to bed, only to hear the sound of my door creaking open well hours into the night and it was...

*Drumrolls*

Darius.

In his defence, he had come over to pick up Miranda in order to take her to a more secure cell where she would be questioned and charged while saving me from any further dangers she could cause, even though at this point, she’d been knocked out for over six hours now— too long that I was already beginning to fear that she would not awake anytime soon.

His eyes dragged along my frail body for an awkwardly too long moment and I didn’t even need to tell him about it or speak to him about anything at all before he frowned and asked; "You’ve made your decision?"

And goddess, I could swear to you that I was stunned. That I was so surprised, I could barely speak.

For a moment, I simply laid there, watching him with skeptical eyes while I wondered what he was asking me about. But I knew... somehow, for a reason I couldn’t comprehend, I strangely knew what this was about, but what I didn’t understand was how he got to know.

I shrugged, feigning confusion as I asked; "What are you talking about, brother?"

I saw the way he visibly cringed at the mention of the word: ’brother.’ I saw the frown that quickly made its way to his forehead— one he couldn’t even bring himself to hide.

His eyes met mine for a second and then dropped to my lips. He hissed; "You’ve decided that you want to be marked." He drawled, his eyes now trailing along the lines of my exposed neck.

The way he looked at me made me want to shrink into the wall behind me. It made me want to scream and... not cry. I was way beyond crying.

I wanted to kill him.

My throat closed up when he took a tentative step forward, and just stopping by the foot of my bed, he asked; "That is true, isn’t it?"

"A girl has to make some certain decisions sometimes..." I answered nonchalantly, almost smiling when his eyes thinned into fierce slits.

"Who did you choose?" He queried, and this time, I couldn’t help but snap my lips shut. I didn’t want to tell him. Hell, I do not know why or understand it, but I couldn’t bring myself to trust him.

My body trembled when he leaned even closer— so close that I could feel the brush of his soft crisp shirt against my skin. So close that when he talked, I could feel the vibration in his chest; He asked;

"Did you choose me?"

Silence.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t bring myself to.

Not when he was eyeing me like a predator would do to his prey. Not when I could clearly see the madness just beneath the surface of his glowing eyes, waiting to be let out.

He flashed me a smile, one that could easily pass for pennywise’s in the movie ’IT’ and drawled; "It has to be me. You cannot stand those three brothers enough to take them all at once. Frostclaw is mad; and your only other option is me, Lani. You and I know that."

"There are a lot of things you don’t know, dear brother. And I can assure you, this is one of them." I clapped back, and at my words, he froze, wincing at the sound of the word: ’brother.’

A kind of eerily sharp smile broke out on his face, but before I could make sense of what it meant or why he was smiling, he leaned back, taking all his warmth with him and drawled;

"That is true."

"Yes,"

"And what is also true is the fact that I wouldn’t take liking to any man having what has always been mine from birth..."

I frowned. "I was never yours—" I began to say but stopped when he leaned down to pick up Miranda so effortlessly, you would think she didn’t weigh more than a piece of paper,

"You were. You have always been. And I would ensure that you see how true that is one way or the other..."

"Darius—"

"...Even though I have to threaten those pesky werewolves away to do it." He snapped, and with that, walked away from me, leaving me to gape at his retreating back, and to wonder why exactly my life just doesn’t seem to get any better.

Instead, it only gets worse.

I sighed.

—

Chalice.

It’s been several hours since I gave birth to that bundle of shame, and even up until now, I haven’t had a single guest.

My husbands— or exes— were nowhere to be found. My mother was probably deep inside one of the stinky cells around and Gavin, oh Gavin... that one never showed his ugly face here.

It was clear that he had chosen Leilani over me. Clear that all of them had done just the same.

However, what didn’t seem clear to me was why my baby had chosen to come this early... or how I never got saved by my witch friend. I also thought about why everything went haywire at the very last minute but the more I thought about it, the more confused I became.

Miranda was nowhere to be found— not like I found that surprising. Everyone tends to leave me when I need them the most.

But what I didn’t understand was how everything she’d ever done for me instantly went down the drain the moment my child was born like they were only fragments of my imagination.

First off was my hair that had fallen out and then there was this excruciating pain plus weakness that I haven’t felt in a long time now returning.

This thought filled me with anguish and I buried my head into the bedsheets and cried.

I cried so hard and for a very long time that at some point, I feared that there were no tears left to shed. And do you know what was most infuriating in my entire present dilemma?

The fact that after crying my heart out, I lifted my head to see the midwife waiting for me, a solemn expression on her face as she drawled;

"I know you are sad but you need to feed your child some breast milk. He’s been born for over six hours now and must be starving."

Feed him?

My child?

The same child who was the centre of all my troubles right now?

I frowned as I glared up at her. But I was too weak to respond. Too weak to move or even strangle the cursed baby like I would’ve loved to.

My hands hovered in the air close to my child and then it fell just like I fell into the bed and slumped, hoping that this would be the last breath I take.