The Refugee's Mate (Werewolf Story)

Chapter 36: Invincible | You Say

Liam

My heart is palpitating.

I had a very tough time coming to terms with my loss. Though I never intended to be pregnant in the first place, I couldn't possibly fathom I'd lose the baby.

However, it was obvious to me that getting beaten the crap out of me by Jeb didn't exactly bode well for my pregnancy.

I could've told him I was pregnant from the beginning, but I had to keep a trump card up my sleeve.

I had to play it smart, buy some time to be found. To be rescued by my mate. I wasn't particularly sure if he would get to me in time, to be perfectly honest.

But I needed to try and do my best.

Like I told Jeb, if I'm going to die then I don't have anything to lose. Yes, I know I antagonized him and actually provoked his fury, leading him to beat me up - like he needed an excuse. *eye roll*

But I was pissed off. And I'm done making apologies for myself. Fuck him and his self righteous, cis white heterosexual man entitlement!

Who the fuck did he think he was?

Who made him God to decide who lives or dies? To rule upon another human being as if I was nothing?

If there's any consolation in all this is that at least I got to watch as my mate chewed on his internal organs as if it was lunch.

Though he didn't eat any. We're not cannibals.

I am mad. Really angry at this. I shouldn't be defending myself against psychopaths. Like Mrs. Stewart said, I shouldn't even need a sanctuary in the first place.

Though you know what they say about silver linings.

If there's one thing I'm grateful for is coming here. At least, something good came out of this whole ordeal.

And by good, I mean great. Phenomenal.

It just pisses me off when people think themselves above good and evil. Above the rule of law. I would understand wanting revenge for a crime committed, a wrong doing.

I do. But that was not even remotely what happened.

When Justin kissed my mate, for instance, which is in some ways worse than what I did, it never even occurred to me to cause him any harm.

Not once. That's the Goddess honest truth.

I wasn't happy about it. I was angry at my mate. But though Justin was wrong, he doesn't deserve to die for that. No one does, to paraphrase my biology teacher.

I mean... He probably deserved a slap on the face. But that's it.

I guess I'm in the 'anger' stage of grief. They say there are five stages to process a loss. Right now I'm angry about it.

Seb and I could be dads together. At least, I'd have someone to share the experience.

Anyway, my mate has been so supportive since I was discharged from the hospital. My mom too, of course. But she's always supportive.

He's been there for me for as much as his demanding schedule allowed him. My poor mate has been working to the bone with school, Alpha internship and warrior training.

Especially now that we're on the brink of war.

Tensions have never been higher.

By the way, I too am taking Luna lessons with Mr. Burke. He's been showing me the ropes and have been so kind to me lately.