↳ ❛𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾❜

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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜.⠀⠀⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

❛𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾❜

❛𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾❜

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The morning sunlight shone through the curtains but Milana was too tired to even open them. After her revelation that she wouldn't be able to drink alcohol she went to bed without even eating. Milana wasn't about to go downstairs and get herself something to eat. That wasn't what a captive did and she believed she was being held captive in this place. They probably won't have her leave this place anytime soon.

She was hungry but she didn't want to admit it. She was thinking of going on a hunger strike but that would only go work against her and not in her favour. Milana was kind of pissed at herself for not really eating anything yesterday other than breakfast.

Her stomach grumbled loudly in the room. She groaned, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. Milana reached for her bag and she suddenly remembered her clothes back at the apartment complex just to see them in the corner of the room. At least they had the decency to actually bring all ber clothes.

The door of the bedroom opened but Milana didn't give the person a glance. From the sound of the clicking on the floor she could tell it was a woman and not a man.

“Here, I brought you breakfast. I know you did not eat last night,” the blonde girl said placing the tray of food at the end of the bed. Milana shook her head still looking at the curtains. “I'm not hungry.”

“You have to eat. You're pregnant,” Rebekah tried to reason with the girl. It wasn't good for her if she suddenly went on a hunger strike.

Milana glanced over to the tray to see scrambled eggs, bacon with toasted brown bread and some fruits like blueberries, strawberries and banana slices. She really was hungry.

The girl sighed, sitting up against the headboard. “Isn't there a way to undo this spell. I mean, can't that witch transfer this baby in someone else?”

“The baby isn't a computer file that can just get passed around,” Rebekah retorted as Milana rolled her eyes.

The blonde girl sighed, stepping closer to Milana. “Look, Sophie thinks that the reason Hayley chose you is because you're a werewolf,” Rebekah told her and Milana rolled her eyes. She should've known that they'd know about her werewolf curse. She really shouldn't be surprised.

“But I haven't activated my curse, yet and I won't.” Milana pushed the covers to the side and stood up.

“I didn't want this. I never wanted to be born into the supernatural world. My family made sure to keep me out of it but now. . .I'm getting roped into it,” Milana mumbled running her hand through her hair. Her family distanced themselves from this world so their daughters can live a normal life. They were living a normal life until everything went down hill for them.

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