Betrayed

☾Chapter Nineteen☽

(Edited 12/29/15)

It was my birthday so I decided to update!

Vladimira's P.O.V

Frosty air fills my lungs as I step out of the house, my father trailing behind me slowly.

During the process of packing, I had sensed his presence many times behind the door, but he didn't come in, simply because he was respecting my request of being left alone.

It's weird how he treated me when he knew I was obligated to him and the kingdom, but, now that I'm pregnant and I'm leaving, he can't stop me.

One reason is because being the queen isn't my rightful position, it's supposed to be my mother's, but she's dead.

I shove my bags into the trunk of my car before depositing the money I had found hiding in random places in my room into my pocket.

This all seems so crazy, surreal, unimaginable, but it's all happening!

I'm really about to leave my father and leave my title for a fetus. How is this all going to go down?

Should I call Titus and stay with him? Or should I check into a hotel until I've decided what to do? Or should I just go on head and rent an apartment?

I can't decide any of this now! Partly because I don't even know where I'm going to go! The only thing I know is I can't stay in Colorado, I have to go to another state.

Maybe Texas? Nebraska? Wyoming? Maybe even Oklahoma?

"You can tell the pack about my pregnancy once I leave. I'm also resigning from my title," I say lowly.

My father steps forward and places his hand on my shoulder. "You can't resign, Vladimira. The kingdom needs a queen and you're all they have."

I turn around to stare into his navy blue eyes and run my eyes over his tall figure.

His nude hair looks almost blonde in the noon sunlight, and his defined jaw and facial features are outlined in the light.

Can I leave this man?

Dmitri Volchinov has raised me my whole life, even after the death of my mother. Sure, he wasn't the best father at times, but I still love him.

The question is: will my child love him?

Leaving him will be difficult, despite everything he's done to me. Once again, his judgment has always meant so much to me, and I've always strived for the perfection in his eyes.

"No, I'm leaving. I'll probably rent an apartment in whatever place I settle in." I open the door to my car swiftly, making sure to avoid my father's figure.

A squeal escapes me when he wraps his arms around my body, desperation evident in the hug.

He kisses my cheek. "If you're going to leave, at least let me send... five-hundred dollars to you when necessary to a neutral location that you decide. Let me fund you," He pleads.

"I have to do this on my own. Let me work for that money!" I argue.

"No!" He yells. "You're leaving because of me! Let me fund you, or at least stay until your next ultrasound."

My next ultrasound? Why does he even care?

I pull away from the hug. "I love you, but I can't stay here! You've hurt me so much!"

He sighs. "Just... call me on a burner phone when you get there," He gives up. "I'm sorry for not being the father you need, and I completely understand that you want to leave. I love you so much, Printsessa." He takes me into another hug.