ZOEY'S POV.

"Ouch!" A surge of pain rippled from my abdomen as I waited for the doctor to return with my test results. I have been getting these pains a lot recently, and they were freaking me out. Dr. Tracy told me it was all in my head, that I was simply putting too much pressure on myself to get pregnant. She wasn't wrong. Getting pregnant was all I wanted.

I gripped the edge of the bed again, whimpering to myself as I let the pain roll through on its own. My stomach walls currently felt like they were closing in on me. I didn't want the thought of receiving another negative test.

Jack and I have been trying for several months for me to conceive, but I kept failing. This issue was now driving a wedge between us. To make matters worse, Jack was a sergeant major, feared by most people. The one who loved me at first was now colder, distant, and rude. I knew how much he wanted a son, and it hurt to see that I was failing so miserably to make him happy.

Soon the door swung, and Rd. Tracy entered with a broad smile on her face. Without a word, she rubbed a sanitizer on her hands and sat down in the chair. My heart began to pound rapidly, nervous about what she would tell me.

"Just breathe, Zoey." She reassuringly smiled, inhaling slowly with me, and reached for my hands. My hands were trembling, but I tried to calm myself down. Surprisingly, Rd. Tracy's smile deepened as if she enjoyed seeing me in such a state.

"Congratulations, Zoey," she said while placing her hands on my tummy. "You carrying a baby in here," she went on, and my heart instantly skipped a beat as I processed the news. "Are you sure..." I whispered. "H..how far along?" I stuttered, finding it hard to stop myself from crying.

"Well, let's find it out, shall we?" She smiled and pulled the ultrasound machine out. She squirted cold gel on my belly, and soon I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach as I stared at the screen. I could not read the images but inwardly hoped my little baby would show up somewhere in that black-and-white mess.

"Well, from the looks of it, it's about four weeks," she said, then handed me some documents. "You really need to stop worrying and rest more," she spoke as she wiped the gel off my stomach. "Yeah, thanks for that" I smiled with tears in my eyes. I just couldn't believe it.

After getting some medicine, I walked away from the hospital. I rubbed my belly the entire ride home. I was on cloud nine from the news. I couldn't wait to tell Jack about it. I knew he would be happy since this was all he wanted.

As I pulled into the gate, the pain returned. I was used to this, and carefully l sat in the car and clenched my teeth to let it pass. I didn't want to scream, but I felt like dying of pain. After that, I slowly dragged myself out of the car and went through the front door.

The house was eerily quiet and empty. The maids and the soldiers guarding the place were nowhere to be seen, which I found strange. Minding less about it, I continued to walk up the stairs to the second floor, looking forward to lying down and resting. I didn't want to bother anyone today, and I didn't want to call any maids to help me. However, the pain intensified with every step. I felt like thousands of tiny needles pierced through my stomach.

From where I stood at the top of the stairs, I could see the door to my room slightly open, the pain was unbearable, but I had to reach my room to rest. 'You can do it, Zoey,' I mumbled while rubbing my belly.

As I inched closer, an explicit scene unfolded before me. My blood instantly boiled at sight. As unbelievable as it was, I saw my best friend Amanda riding my husband's shaft. A look of sheer delight was on the contorted features of her face as she moaned eagerly while bouncing up and down his shaft. "Ah mhm.. Jack!!"

He said nothing as he rubbed her breasts with his hands while she moved up and down his shaft. "Fuck," she whimpered, bouncing frantically. "Please, I am going to give you the son you want. Please fuck me harder!"

Tears formed under my eyes as I watched him flip her over, forcing her on her knees so that her ass was fully displayed for him. "Yes, that's all I want," he replied casually.

'What did l do to deserve this, for heaven's sake?' I thought and forced myself to step away from them. I could tell they were enjoying themselves, and I no longer had the strength to distract or shout at them.

'I really need to go... ' My mouth was tingling as I turned on my heels, ready to leave, but I was honestly powerless. The pain in my stomach was also increasing, and I couldn't digest what I had just witnessed. I desperately leaned on the wall, finding it hard to walk away. "Ouch!" I bit my tongue when I felt the pain surge in my stomach. I couldn't take the pain anymore.

"Miss Zoey..." the maid's voice interrupted my train of thought. "I am fine." I smiled while collecting myself together. "So, she had enjoyed the show, I see." I instantly froze on my spot when I heard that voice. It was my Jack, and he was proudly standing behind me.

Upon hearing his comment, I turned and looked at the maid, whose face was covered in guilt. That was when reality hit me. So, it was all a lie, and they all knew about it. They knew he was cheating on me, but they kept it from me. They were mocking me for being clueless. I was so stupid to believe that they cared about me.

"What did the doctor say again, Zoey?" But before I could say anything, my best friend made her way to us dressed in Jack's white shirt. I felt like crying upon seeing her. "Any luck with the baby?" She mockingly laughed at me.

"Jack, I knew it, darling. She is not only ugly but-" I could no longer control my emotions, so I cut her off. "Who are you calling ugly? Are you happy that you have betrayed me? Still, I know someone else will do it to you one day." The words furiously escaped my mouth, but Amanda's hand landed harshly on my cheek, and a loud smack echoed in the hall.

*SLAP*

"Watch your tone with me, you bitch! At least I am not infertile like you." She sneered after slapping me.

*SLAP*

"Keep your hands to yourself, you useless whore!" I slapped her harder in return. "Don't ever call me a whore. You have failed to give him a son he wanted." She hissed and pushed me to the floor before I could respond. "That's where you belong." She laughed proudly.

"My ba-" Before I could finish, I was already on the ground. Thick blood flowed from my thighs in front of everyone.

"Jack, the baby!" I screamed in horror as I watched the blood run down my legs.

"I am not going to stay with an infertile woman. Take her to the wolf market."

That was all I heard before my vision turned black.

'Where is the medicine?' I felt as if I was dying. Abdominal pain similar to menstrual cramps was surging through my stomach. In addition to my misery, I suddenly realized I was tied up on a chair in a pitch-black room. The room stank horribly, which made me puke immediately, but I swallowed the excessive saliva and tried to recover my spinning head.

"Hello! Help me, please..." I called out loudly when the pain again rolled into my stomach. There was sadly no response, and I didn't feel even a gust of wind twitch. There was no one here. I didn't know whether my baby was still alive, but with how my stomach was hurting, I had a bad feeling about it.

The doorknob twisted shortly, followed by the door opening. A tall man appeared in the doorway with a tray of food. He came toward me with heavy footsteps and then lowered the food tray. "You talk too much, huh?" He smirked. I kept my lips sealed and didn't respond to him.

"By how you put up a fight yesterday, I thought you might be a handful." He went on. "Why am I here?" I asked. "You're really asking that? Don't you know that there is a big demand for human teenage pussy at the wolf market?" He smiled, and at that moment, I felt my heart sink.

"Werewolf market?" This wasn't my first time hearing it since I remember Jack talking about it in a meeting. All I knew was that the werewolves looked like normal humans, maybe a bit taller, but humans nonetheless. They occupied parliament places and worked with shady departments and government agencies. They usually don't mingle, they don't make their existence known, and lastly, they don't like humans.

"You okay there, human? You better eat that if you want to heal, remember your stomach aches", He cooed, distracting me from my thoughts. My face turned pale, and I raised my head at that. "I have lost my baby. Does Jack know about it?" Tears streamed down my face in disbelief. "Yes, he knows you had a miscarriage, and then he decided to sell you at the wolf market," he said with a smirk.

"My baby was innocent..." My lower lip began to quiver as I cried. I looked down at my shaking hands as anger traveled through my body. 'Amanda has killed my baby.' It was the only thought that was running through my head.

"See that sink over there?" I remained silent when he spoke, waiting for him to elaborate. "I said, did you see it?" He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled it back. "Yes..." I answered in a shaky voice. The pain was already much. "Good." He let me go with a little push, and I backed off.

"The Alpha is coming in ten minutes. I want you to get your ass over there and wash that blood on your legs, you stinky bitch." He laughed. "Yes, I will." I simply replied. Every time he got nearer to me, the frightened look on my face made him take pride in it. With that said, he untied me and then left.

'My baby is gone. I have nothing left,' I cried uncontrollably as I rubbed my stomach. I now had nothing left except for the blood between my legs. 'I have to take revenge, but I need to bathe first,' I mumbled, weakly making my way to the sink. I really needed a bath. I was smelly.

I looked at the boiler for a while then the idea popped into my mind. This was now my way out of there. I went towards the sink and then kicked the metal pipe underneath. It flew into the corner of the room, and soon water started spilling everywhere. This was my chance to die like my baby. I was either going to take revenge or die.

I took the pipe that I had broken off and walked toward the sink. I took the tube and hit the valve as hard as l could. I felt the impact on my shoulder in the form of an electric charge, which traveled through my arm, but I didn't care.

After that, I sat and waited in the corner of the room. The water kept spilling everywhere from the broken pipe. It was making loud piss noises, preventing me from hearing the boiler screech. Fifteen minutes passed by, but my captor wasn't coming. I could see steam coming out of the boiler. Yes, I was going to die, and I didn't care. The door soon enough flew open, followed by a loud curse.

"You bitch!" But it was already late because I passed quickly through them. "We will be killed if we don't get that bitch!" It was the only remark I heard before I ran toward the nearby forest. With those last words in my mind, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I looked behind occasionally, but I didn't see anyone. Still, I didn't stop.

The only saddening thing was that I didn't know where I was going. The place was strange to me, so I just dashed helplessly. I ran out of breath as I passed through the forest full of big scary trees. With my lungs feeling like they were burning and my chest heaving, I ran as fast as I could in different small paths. Only one thought was continuously repeating in my head like a mantra. It was better to die than be sold as a sex slave.

I felt thirsty in my path, but I didn't stop. My neck aches when I turn to look in the corner. I barely dodged a protruding branch and stomped past it as quickly as possible. The light of hope that burned soon brightened in me when I swerved the corner.

There was light coming from a distance a few meters away from me. However, that hope soon died when I heard the loud pounding of feet. 'They are here...' I was horrified, and cold sweat flowed down my spine when I heard echoes across the forest. Desperation filled my entire body as I willed my aching legs to run faster, but it failed me. I already felt so tired from running.

When I turned and looked behind me, my eyes caught a tuft of brown fur from the corner of my vision before it disappeared. Panicking, I threw an initial glance before I dodged to the left and then swerved to the right.

I knew I had made a wrong decision when I was greeted with an almost six-foot were-beast in front of me. Drool was dripping from its jaws to the ground, completely blocking off my path with its enormous body.

'My goodness...' My knees instantly fell to the grass when I tried to halt. Twisting around on the ground, I tried to stand and run to the other side, but I knew it was over for me. "I have found you, ugly whore" His voice sounded taunt with a hint of amusement as if he was mocking me. It was no one else but the one who had ordered me to bathe. "Come here" The beast's glowing dark eyes snapped at my face with sharp canines barring in display.

"No." I tumbled back, feeling surrounded and suddenly unable to breathe. My lungs heaved as I fought the urge to puke from running and the fear of being caught. I took a step back, but I fell onto my butt. The pain stung, but I didn't care since I could no longer feel my legs. 'Get up! Get the damn up!'

No matter how I chided my body, it didn't listen to my demands. It was as if I was paralyzed, and tears of frustration burnt my cheeks. The beast grinned at me when he saw me fail to run away. He was looking at me with pride.

"Son of a bitch!" I cursed out in anger, but I regretted it instantly when his huge hand quickly wrapped around my hair. My tight bun was torn and loosened when I tried to pull back. "This wouldn't have happened if you had done what I had instructed you," He growled as he dragged me across the woods.

"Leave me alone!" I cried out as I felt the twigs and branches dig into my chest and thighs. He snorted at my plea and continued to drag me nonetheless. "For a woman who just had a miscarriage, I am shocked to know that you are still so strong" He chuckled. I tensed all my muscles to ease my pain, but he continued dragging me like a flaccid doll. I was like a lump of dead meat to him.

The pain was unbearable, and tears fell as my scalp burned from his harsh treatment of me. My fingers were shaking when I tried to scratch his hands hard. But my attempts were useless since they didn't hurt him like I thought. With a hiss, I kicked as I tried to stand, but to no avail; he whipped my head to the other side with a sickening crack.

He seemed annoyed at my feasible struggle because he sped up his movements too. At that moment, my head was spinning, dizzy from the firm grip of his hands on my hair. But despite my blurry vision, I could tell we were heading to where the light was. He dragged me like a puppet without strings, and the cuts spread across my legs and hands.

"If it wasn't for the fact that Alpha Damien wants you alive, you would have ended up like your bastard. I dislike stupid whores." He kept spitting insults and chuckling as he dragged me. "Stop talking about my baby, you sick mofo!" I yelled, finding it unbearable to hear him insult my unborn child. "Don't curse again," He groaned. "It has nothing to do with this. Kill me if that's what you want!" I screamed loudly, with more tears streaming down my face.

A few seconds passed, and I felt his hands wrapped around my neck. He quickly dragged me up to my feet with his long claws digging into my neck. "I can kill you right now, bitch. I don't care about anything, and I don't fear anyone." He sounded more annoyed than before.

I was going to die.

"Please..." I croaked when I noticed that he was damn serious. He smirked eerily in response, and I pleaded beyond words. Tears leaked from my eyes in rivulets on my cold and swollen cheeks. While l was in agony, he was enjoying it with every delayed beat of my heart. "I can kill you right now."

Soon enough, my gasps and attempts to flee from his chokehold filled the air when he lifted me off my feet. My legs dangled off of the floor like a helpless human. Something I used to watch in movies was happening to me. This was all happening too fast, just like I lost my baby.

My eyes roll at the back of my head from the pain. I thought that resisting death was impossible and it was painful. He chuckled again at the pathetic squeaks and gasps from my tightened throat. It was deafening. I knew that I was going to die. There was no point in denying it, but the sudden thought of taking revenge slipped into my mind.

At the grim thought, I pursed my lips tightly. I kicked the man in the crotch, but he didn't seem affected. I thought I kicked him in the position where I knew that he would feel pain, but it was all useless.

I stopped and tried to concentrate again, but my senses failed me, and all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding. My hands were clenched tightly around his right arm while my face felt numb. I felt like I would explode if he squeezed my throat tighter. I could no longer feel my body when his grip tightened around my neck. My finger that was initially digging into his skin slowly loosened as my body weakened. Even my eyes, which I tried so hard to stay open, slowly closed.

Bright lights blinded my vision with irregular patterns when I felt my airflow being sufficiently cut off. No matter how hard I tried to breathe, I was convinced I would die at the beast's hands. I would die with nothing but the painful memory of being betrayed by my husband and best friend. The excruciating pain finally eased when I felt darkness fill my vision. This was the end of me.

"Stop it, Mark. Alpha Damien wants her alive!" Just in time, when I was on my last breath, someone shouted in our direction. However, the beast named Mark didn't move an inch. "Let her go right now. You will end in trouble if you keep this up!" he shouted loudly, and that caused him to loosen his hold on my poor throat. His grip slackened, and my entire body crumbled to the grass with a loud thud. My sides felt burning and numb. I was panting for air and felt bile rise up to my throat. I felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning.

"This wouldn't have happened if you had done what I had told you," he murmured, and just like that, the meal he had served me a few minutes ago poured out of my mouth. It was bitter and disgusting as I vomited, and my body trembled as if l was having a seizure from all the food I threw out of my body. My eyes burned against my cold face mixing into the snot and saliva. I bent over and continued to heave until I felt my insides empty.

My hair hung around my face, completely covered in the disgusting substance that came out of my mouth until the scent was everywhere. When I finally raised my head, the so-called Mark stared at me amusedly. " What is it?" I inwardly asked myself before my eyes stared at him clearly. I realized later that he had a big chunk of hair in his hands hanging from his curled-up fist. I was shocked at the sight, knowing it was my own.

"What a pity, you're losing everything." He chuckled and frowned at how messy my state was. "You're puking!" His eyes glowed brightly, tinted with an almost crimson red when he bent down to my level. His dangerous nails scraped my cheeks, and he gripped my face harshly, then yanked me up. When he harshly shoved the hair off my face, my vision blurred from the tears.

"She has the mark!" As he was roughly pulling the torn hoodie from my body, I heard someone say in a surprised voice. "Mark? How is that possible?" They all walked towards me. I was oblivious to what was happening, but they all seemed surprised. "It's glowing. We need to take her to the Alpha!" I felt my blood freeze upon hearing it.

"How the hell did the moon goddess end up giving a mark to someone ugly like her? She just had a miscarriage." Mark growled as he pulled my chin up. Though I didn't know what they were talking about, I wasn't annoyed when Mark looked at me with disgust. Ignoring that I had blood dried up between my legs, my face was also covered up in vomit.

"The Alpha is going to sort this out, but I feel pity for him." I heard someone say. "Of course, he isn't going to accept her." Mark snarled. "Please don't take me..." Tears again pooled under my eyes when I thought about meeting the so-called Alpha. "It would be better if you don't piss me off," Mark growled as he slowly dragged me, and I could only cry in response.

My legs were currently in severe pain. I must have sprained an ankle or two as l was running, but Mark didn't care. 'Should I just kill myself before they do?' I instantly asked myself but trembled at the thought. I wasn't even capable of doing that. I had never harmed myself, even when I was being mistreated by my husband.

They dragged me for a couple of hours until they finally stopped. "You said you saw the mark." The bulky man came and said in a menacing and dark voice. "We all saw the mark." I trembled when I heard the men answer in unison.

"First, take her to the dungeon and wait for Alpha Damien's arrival."

My heartbeat stopped in fear for a second when I heard that.