Ruined(Eternal Monarch)

Juno’s POV

When I awoke the next morning, I was met by my mate’s disgruntled expression.

“If you sleep excessively, the baby you’re carrying will be just as slothful and worthless as you.”

I’d gotten used to his sarcastic comments by this point. Nothing affects me any more.

He fucked me all night and now he expects me to wake up at a reasonable hour? Is he a maniac?

Because I was unable to speak, I simply stared at him and he said,

“Get to your feet and put that on. You need to shift today.”

I believed this shifting bullshit was over four months ago. How did he foresee an eight-month pregnant woman shifting? Besides, I am not even a werewolf. He had gone crazy.

“Wear a dress; I’m afraid I’m going to get horny.”

Well. In the back of my mind, I thought to myself, “You’re always horny.”

“You’re even mute? What a waste of time.”

We hid in the woods, out of sight from onlookers. He undressed naked in my presence. Believe me, despite his abs, this guy does not turn me on in the slightest; rather, he disgusts me. He stood naked in front of me, wielding his lengthy rod. Now you must inhale and exhale. And shift in this manner. I fixed my gaze on him. I mocked the moron in front of me.

Where has he ever heard of a transformation in human consciousness?

Thank God I’m mute; he’ll miss my laughter entirely.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Shift! I’ve demonstrated!”

I stood there, my gut-wrenching, my hands on my waist, staring directly at him. I lost track of the number of times he shifted. This buffoon has plenty of opportunities to amuse himself. His eyes were filled with hatred. His hands clenched into fists, yet his wolf always surfaced whenever he desired to beat me. He is well aware that he can no longer beat me since his wolf appeared when he attempted to beat me last month. I’m not sure why he hasn’t shown up whenever I’ve been raped.

“I’m horny. Let’s get you back to doing what you do best.”

We made our way to my new room. I attempted to flee last month but was unsuccessful. He did not triumph over me. That is when his wolf began to defend me. He will never be able to beat me. I received no abuse from him except for being raped and his harsh statements.

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Mates are supposed to be your saviors, your equalizers. My companion is the polar opposite of what a companion should be. Each time Lilian checks me for my monthly check-up, I am aware that she is concealing something. I am aware of that. I may never regain my wolf abilities and ability to hear and feel like a wolf, but I can sense when something is amiss. If anything happens to my baby, I will never forgive Alex in this life. I rolled onto the bed that had been assigned to me in the new room and noticed the man sleeping next to me. He has been sleeping in my bed nonstop since Lilian gave me this room. Every night, he comes here and sleeps with me. I’m not certain if he and Luna are at odds. At the very least, he is not beating me anymore, but being raped every night is not something for which I should be grateful. I ceased fighting him for the sake of the infant. I don’t want him to lose his temper and begin pounding me when he says, “Strip, I strip.”

I dragged myself to the bathroom, ignoring the dull throbbing between my legs. I despised myself for being such a wimp. I despise myself for succumbing to the mate pull’s stupidity. I would never give somebody love. I am aware that I was given this room due to my pregnancy and that he is aware that I am expecting his son. I am aware that he will attempt to separate me from my son, but I will never allow him to do so.

I mocked myself as if I possessed the right or even the ability to fight Alex. I am still enabling him to rape me voluntarily. What gives me hope that I will ever be able to defeat him?

When I came out of the restroom, he was caressing his crotch. I made no statement as if I would since I’m a mute. I immediately went to bed and unlocked my legs, letting him do what he pleased. If I resist it, he will become violent, which is not good for the baby. As a mother, I am willing to do anything for my son right now. Besides, he will only last for 2 minutes. At the very least, it is preferable to get beaten in my current state. Occasionally, there was no movement in my stomach. I, on the other hand, sucked it all in.

“Good girl. I love it when you open your legs for me.”

He finished after two minutes. My body has become accustomed to it. Thank God, I’ve come to terms with my fate. He tossed a card in my direction. The pin is my birthday. Spend it wisely on food and clothing. I was taken aback, but I accepted. After all, I lack savings. Purchase some items for the infant. The size of your stomach has gotten out of control, and you have nothing to eat. If I hadn’t known him, I might have assumed he’d changed, but knowing Alex, I knew he was thinking about his pup, not about me. He then had a shower and left. I’m not sure where the abrupt change came from, but I’m just relieved that my son is being looked after. I am willing to do anything to ensure a better future for him. Even if Alex had his way with me all the time. Finally, he went home.

After showering, I had a distinct impression that something was amiss, but I had no idea what. My legs trembled. My lower abdomen erupted in a strong ache that caused me to yell. That was interesting. I assumed it was the baby playing mischievously. I went to the mall and purchased all the baby’s necessities. When I returned, I found him in the room, waiting for me. I suspected I had overspent, but he did not comment. He walked outdoors to assist his beta and Gemma with bringing everything inside. Both men were occupied with repairing the crib. This time, I knew something was wrong. I grabbed my phone and messaged Lilian immediately. She arrived far too quickly. I explained to her how I was feeling. The anguish returned, and this time it caused me to sob.

“It is the baby Juno, Alex! Bring the car; she is in labor.”

My condition deteriorated, and I was transported to the hospital. Where I gave birth to my son, the only person who matters right now in my life. Alex was busy checking on my son, which I noticed. I suppose he’s determining whether he, too, is a weakling like me.

“What do you call him?” I fixed my gaze on him. He returned my gaze and handed me a small piece of paper and a pen. Then I scribbled his name on the piece of paper. “Darrian.” He smiled as we studied the piece of paper.

“Darrian is an excellent moniker. Darrian Alexandra Jackson, I love it.”

While I adore the name, seeing this devil smiling in that way makes me uneasy. What if he begins pointing out flaws in the infant?