DESTINED MATE : SWEET ALPHA PHEROMONE
Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47

I spit on her, hoping it would fall right in her old face, even though I couldn’t see her directly. "Bastard, don’t you come near my son, DON’T YOU DARE TO HURT MY SON!" I cursing and yelling to her, I was angry with what she did. I already make a deal with father to not involve Seth with what his plan, I agreed to all what he wanted including selling myself to this bad women and become a prostitute.

But, why? How did this damn woman know about Seth? About my son?

Madam Rose pulled my hair even tighter.

"DAMN IT! YOU DARE THREATEN ME?!" She again slapped my face, I could feel the sting on all sides of my face, it felt hot and gradually became numb.

"YOU THINK YOU’LL BE SAFE THIS TIME BECAUSE YOU’RE CLOSE TO THE DHURUDATTA FAMILY? DON’T YOU DARE TO DREAM BITCH! HE DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING TO YOU! YOU WEREN’T EVEN IMPRINTED BY HIM!" The old bastard grabbed my hair tightly, pulling it until my scalp hurt, she threw my body against the wall behind me, my head hit hard, it hurt so much and my ears were ringing, the clinking of chains against the floor sounded so loud, I could feel liquid running down the back of my head, I couldn’t remember anything anymore, I lost consciousness.

Seth is the son I gave birth to three years ago.

After I graduated from school and had Hanahaki, my father made a special room for me. A windowless room that surrounded with soundproofing, one day I, who was often given sleeping pills by my father, woke up in a hospital room.

I woke up in my hospital pajamas. The breeze that I still remember to this day, there was no one in that room. I cried in confusion and asked to go home but my father wasn’t there. I was so scared because I thought my father was asking to get surgery for my Hanahaki.

I don’t want to go through with that surgery, the surgery only takes away all my feelings of love for even another person. I don’t wan it just because Mateo left me.

A couple of nurses came in when I was crying and wailing, they rushed in and didn’t say anything only asked me to calm down. Then they gave me tranquilizers, and it went on and on. I could do nothing but accept everything without explanation.

One day, I woke up with a headache, my stomach feel twisted, I opened my eyes and immediately went to the bathroom carrying the IV fluid. I vomited so much along with the flower petals, a nurse came in and found me lying helplessly in the bathroom, she took me back to bed. I could see the sunlight coming in from between the curtains in this room.

"Nurse, why am I here? Am I going to have Hanahaki’s surgery?" I asked then, my voice trembling slightly, I turned to the nurse who was now looking at me with a surprised.

"Sir, I apologize in advance, I thought you signed the agreement? Shouldn’t you know why you’re here?" She asked, her hands busy with the IV fluid that had stopped the function because of what happened in the bathroom.

I shook my head softly, "I don’t know, I woke up and was suddenly here."

The nurse looked at me strangely, I really didn’t know what happened.

"Sir, you did IVF." She said in a half-whisper to me.

I was speechless, I had never heard that before. It seemed like the nurse saw how confused I was.

"You went through IVF. You are pregnant, it’s your first month of pregnancy." The nurse said it slowly so that my head could take it in well.

But on the other hand I was shocked to death, I was unable to react properly to her explanation. There were so many questions and I didn’t know where to start.

"Why? Who? What does that mean?" I asked in such a hurry that I couldn’t finish my sentence. I could feel my body trembling and another petal escaped my mouth.

The nurse looked at me with a pitying eyes.

"Sir, your father brought you here with a signed agreement that you are willing to be a surrogate mother. You are pregnant through IVF and after delivery you will hand over your child."

My head felt so heavy hearing the nurse’s explanation, I gripped the sheets tightly. My chest felt so tight, how far will you destroy me, father? Destroy this life that I only have once?

I know our family wasn’t a happy family, we just told others we were happy and pretended it was so that sometimes I forgot whether the memories of family life I had were real or just my delusional.

Mom always said that I had to keep wearing that happy mask, pretending that Dad never always beating Mom and they were yelling at each other all day. I had to tell others that our life was full of happiness.

I felt tears trickling down my cheeks, it felt warm but made me feel so painful. Mom, I want to come with you, why didn’t you take me with you? Why did you leave me here alone?

The nurse looked at me, she took a tissue and wiped my tears.

"What you are feeling now, will feel much worse because of the pregnancy Sir. I can feel how much you worry when I smell your pheromones." She said.

I don’t know if it was to calm me down or whatever, I don’t care. The fact that I was now pregnant without knowing who the Alpha was who asked me to be a surrogate, made me feel even more depressed. This pregnancy, I didn’t want it.

Day after day in that room, they brought me food that I always refused. I had no appetite, I only vomited and fainted several times. The doctor was worried about my condition. And one day, suddenly my father came. For as long as I can remember his face was filled with anger, he came close to me and slapped my face until my ears buzzed.

"Damn it! Don’t mess around and follow the rules! They’ve paid me so much! You have to obey them!" He said in a whispered tone to me.

He said that as if I also enjoyed the money he get, I had no idea how much that person paid him to make me like this. To make me hate myself even more, as well as hate him.

"Don’t glare at me! Be grateful that you can eat and get a decent place after I went bankrupt, I didn’t throw you away! So just shut up and obey whatever I ask for you!"

All my words stuck in my throat, I wanted to shout at him that it was his responsibility as a parent. He should have given me all that as a parent. Why I should be grateful?

"Why did you do this to me, Father?" I asked then, of all the sentences I wanted to say to him, that was the only one that could escape my mouth.

"I did all this for you! Don’t you want to continue your education? That’s your dream right, Shiloh? So, shut up, and do as I say. Now eat and take care of your pregnancy! You’ll be out after giving birth!"

"I don’t want this child." I said then.

"You will never see that child again, ever."

My lips trembled as I heard that from my father’s mouth, I held back my tears as best I could because I knew he would slap me again if I cried. I didn’t continue any more questions and swallowed it whole, at that time I hoped that he would fulfill his words.

No, he never allowed me to continue my education. He just locked me up for two years in that room after I give birth.

I went through this difficult pregnancy alone, vomiting and keep trying to eat anything so I can have energy to vomit again. One day, the baby moved inside my stomach, the movements were slow at first and gradually became more pronounced. It was only then that I realized, "Ah, there is someone living inside my body. The baby is the only one close to me, who is a part of me."

My lonely days in this room, I spent it with the baby in my womb, the baby moves nimbly every night to keep me awake, the longer I feel it, my love grows. I want to see what the baby looks like after being born, I want the baby to grow up healthy and happy. The feeling of not wanting to give the baby up grew bigger, the more my stomach grew, the more frightened I became. I don’t want to lose the baby.

When I was in my last month of pregnancy the doctor came with my father, he told me that in a few days I would have a cesarean section and the child would be born.

"Can I see it?" I asked, knowing it was a silly question until I could see father’s sharp gaze on me.

"You can ask the person who asked you to be a surrogate." The doctor said.

He let the man in, I waited on the bed, the footsteps getting closer and closer. And when that person appeared, I knew it wasn’t just my father who ruined my life.