CHAPTER 2

Netula's POV

"My Luna told me you've been acting disrespectful these past days. Is there anything wrong with you"?

Mouth agape, I couldn't utter a word.

I just feel like going open and telling everyone what Alpha Luinga has been doing to me. 

How he became the first man I know, a gift I had always thought of preserving for my mate.

"Now, you can't say a thing. I called you and my Alpha here so we can settle this before everyone.

..The other day, I saw you returning from seeing your "chewing gum" boys at night and asked you where you were coming from, but you left me without saying a thing."

This time, it was Luna Tria. A woman who gave me a thunderous slap without even waiting to hear from me.

"You know I want the best for you Ne, I don't want any of these boys to get you pregnant just like that. They would leave you helpless, and you know Lukia doesn't allow a maiden to give birth anywhere, other than at her mate's home."

This part though was true. It was the tradition of the Lukia-Nelis Pack.

But why would she act as though she really meant well for me? She had damaged by self-esteem already. I see no good in myself.

From calling me names when no one is around, to having me do the most difficult chores.

"Father, I see no boys outside. I was with Ericca the other day."

How I still managed to call Alpha Luinga, father, I still didn't know.

"But you have a boyfriend?"

"N… No."

Alpha Luinga was trying to know if he had a rival. If there's another man I open my legs for, I guess.

I looked at them, angrier than ever. I felt like telling Alpha Luinga immediately, how his Luna treats me and turns me into a slave at the Packhouse.

Like I should burst out the bubble too, telling Luna Tria how her Alpha forces himself over me every night and threatens he would have me killed if I ever spill out.

"I don't ever want to see you away from this Packhouse without letting your Luna know where you're going. As for you and Ericca, I know what to do."

"Y… Yes sir." I said this time.

I started to calculate whether Alpha Luinga would ask to see Ericca, and stop him from coming to the Packhouse to see me.

Or maybe, that would form a preamble of our meeting with him tonight. He would give me a stern warning about going to see Ericca, I growled.

Whatever the case may be, I am still the Alpha and his Luna's unwanted being.

Sometimes, I just wish they left me by the roadside to have had a peaceful death.

*******

How do I do the continuous chores Luna Tria always gives me? Having anyone know I am down with a sickness is a thing I never wanted.

The other time, I had a persistent headache but managed it myself. I can't have myself weak before wicked Tria.

Goodness!! I have been down with a fever for the past two days. 

Malaria?

But no, we have treated nets we sleep under. I was happy Luna Tria loved me to the point of giving me one.

"Ne, Luna wants to see you." Yurr interrupted my thoughts. 

I would service her husband at night, and then serve her in the morning.

I had to pretend I didn't hear anybody say a thing. It was only 6 am. I had only returned to bed to have some sleep again after waking up by 4 am.

That is the exact time I feed the goats. You dare not skip feeding Luna Tria's animals at their six-hourly plan.

10 am, 4 pm, 10 pm, and 4 am. There are better ways Luna Tria could do that. Maybe 12, 6, 12, and 6.

But Luna Tria had a plan. Seeing me have some rest would never be in her world.

"You can't be dead. Luna Tria wants you now."

Yurr moved close and pushed the all-torn duvet over my body. Gohh..She has been sent by the devil herself.

"I..I am coming. Tell her I am coming."

I yawned as I said.

But I wonder what it is I have done again.

"We are going to the hospital now, I have been told you no longer perform your tasks as you do because you're sick. Go and get dressed."

Goddd… We now have parrots at Lukia. The walls have ears they say. But do they have ears to read thoughts?

Who must have told Tria I have been feeling ill?

But I perform my duties to Alpha Luinga as I used to. 

It can't even be him. He discusses me in no way when he's with Tria. He can't have her suspect a thing is going on between us.

He has warned me already.

"I..I am not sick."

I struggled to say.

"You are at it again. You don't dare question my orders. I am your mother and the Luna of this Pack!!

.. You have two minutes to get changed from those rags on your body to something better."

Yes.. I am wearing rags. The pajamas on my body are rags.

Even though I tried to cover them with a long vest.

"I am your mother and the Luna of this Pack."

Those were the words. Sluggishly, I went into my room to change.

*******

But what would the doctor do to me? What would Tria tell him is wrong with me?

But I was happy when I saw it was Francisca, the Pack's female doctor. I can't imagine my body parts being palpated by those male folks again.

"Heyy Ne.. How are you today?"

Francisca had greeted me before turning to see Luna Tria.

"She's not fine. I brought her here for a general test."

"Good morning Luna Tria."

Francisca responded.

A doctor can never be "finer" than this, I thought. Seeing Francisca alone can bring healing to your body system.

She wore a coat, white, over her short pink dress, exposing her light fine legs.

Her nails were painted red, but I had thought doctors don't do nail painting.

Acrylic, I think.

Her breasts bumped out from her lab coat. goddd!! They're so huge.

I wished I had a brother.

"So come on Netula, here."

Francisca said, directing me to a building that looked all confined. The test room I guess.

I lay on the couch again, Francisca touching every part of me. From my budding breasts to my stomach.

She had me pee and gave her a sample.

Then finally, Francisca gave me a needle prick, taking a part of my blood with her.

The part I hated much.

"The results will be out in thirty minutes."

Francisca addressed. This time, Luna Tria and I.

I wonder what form of test would bring out these fast results. 

I wanted to hear her say we'll be returning in three days to get the results, or maybe, a week.

"We're waiting."

Luna Tria ushered out a smile. The usual fake one she usually gives.

I didn't know whether to be tensed or calm. A general test, they said.

We waited at their reception, my heart skipping with every beat.

"Ne, I found HCG in your urine."