Calista's POV
"Miss Calista, are you sure about this? Are you sure—"
"Nanny, no one must know about this. Please," I muttered inaudibly, my breath ragged, and my white gown soaked with sweat.
As much as I want to go to the hospital with my husband, Alpha Kane, I can't.
He denied the paternity of a daughter!
Even when the prophecy about this child being something huge, a great weapon, my husband still won't accept fathering a daughter. He would never and has never.
He would rather kill the child, adopt a son, and claim him as our child… something I don't want.
The reason I am out here in the wood with my Nanny…
"Na…nny!" A loud scream tore off my lips as I tried to push out the baby but couldn't.
"Miss Calista, please push harder, please," my Nanny urged, holding onto me firmly with the same hope I had.
The hope of the baby pushing out soon.
Tears streamed down my face as I tried to push the baby, my strength draining off.
The more pressure and strength I put to push, the more my Nanny screams 'push… the baby isn't yet here.'
I barely escaped my husband's pack to another pack's territory. If I got caught before giving birth to this child, both me and my daughter would die.
That is how ruthless my husband, Alpha Kane is.
"Yes, the baby is almost out," my nanny's voice echoed again, making me put in more effort even though it was wrecking me out.
I could feel my wolf screaming, burning, aching, slowly dying inside me, but I had no choice but to continue pushing.
I have to push out this little life inside me.
I don't care if I die doing this. All I want is to make sure my husband doesn't kill the child I spent years asking the moon goddess for.
Even if she is the last thing I see before I die, I don't care.
"Push… Miss Calista, push," my Nanny's voice snapped me from the thoughts clouding my mind.
I tried to push one more time but couldn't. It was as if all the energy left inside me was drained off.
"Nanny, I can't push anymore," I cried out.
I am too exhausted to try.
My wolf, which was supporting me in pushing out the little soul in me, was gone. So was the strength left inside me.
"Miss Calista, you…" her voice trailed off, lowering her gaze to inside my bloodstained gown. "Just one push and all of this would be over."
I just lay still, unable to do the pushing one more time.
All I could do was watch my Nanny dip her hand into my gown, reaching between my thighs.
Oh moon goddess, if you really exist, if you really do listen to prayers, please help me bring this child into this world. I don't mind sacrificing my life just to be a mother— I said this prayer with my eyes closed, tears pouring down.
This wasn't how I pictured this moment not until three nights ago when the scan revealed the change of gender. It was no longer a son but a daughter.
A loud cry of a baby snapped me out of my in-between life and death's thoughts.
"Nanny, did I…" my voice echoed faintly, too weak that I doubt my Nanny could hear me.
As much as I couldn't believe the moon goddess answered my prayer, the proof was staring right at me in my nanny's hands.
My weak hands slowly reached for the baby's face. She has such pure innocent chestnut eyes which were exactly like Alpha Kane's.
Just the sight of the baby made my face brighten with a smile, then followed tears streaming down my face.
Maybe if my husband wasn't Alpha Kane, I would have dreamt of raising her. Giving her the best life just as I pictured when I thought she was a son.
"Nanny, please—"
"Miss Calista, you are too weak to talk. All you need right now is going to the hospital for the care and necessary treatment you need," my nanny's voice cut me off.
I smiled faintly at my nanny's words. Going to the hospital is like walking into a death zone with my own two legs.
"Nanny, please—"
Again my nanny's voice interrupted me, "If you are trying to have me raise your child like I raise you, then I am sorry. You have to stay alive and raise her."
"If you raise her, he would eventually find you and kill both of you," I muttered, reminding her of how many of his mistresses who birthed females ended.
How their children were murdered and those who tried to fight against it were killed alongside their daughters.
"Drop her off in a pack far from here," my weak voice echoed again. "This little moonlight can't be easily ignored," I added before taking my hands off the baby's face. "Nanny, go now. Please go… I don't want him to find you or this child."
My nanny, who was now crying, took the baby before running off, just like I instructed her.
Life slowly squeezed out of my body as I watched my nanny slowly disappear from sight, the image of my baby visible in my head.
Just as I have always wished. To become a mother.
(Good day dear readers, I hope you are enjoying this book. This is only a prologue, the birth of the fl which might reconnect with the later chapters.
Enjoy.)