☆ Alexis' POV
I wake up to the sound of constant beeping and head feels fuzzy. Soft whispers of what sound like the Angelus fill my ears and I turn to my side.
"Malia, you're Catholic?" I ask.
She raises her head and her lashes are wet with tears.
"Oh thank God!" she sobs, gripping my hand to help me sit up.
I smile and wipe her tears away from her cheeks.
"I was so scared" she whispers, giving me a hug.
I hug her back.
"So you decided to let your religious side out?" I chuckle.
She pulls away and gives me a look.
"Don't patronize me".
I laugh.
"I'd never".
My hand brushes my stomach and the rest of the laughter never makes it out.
My baby!
"Malia? Where's my baby?" I ask.
She turns pale.
"Alexis, calm down" she tells me.
"How do I tell her?" I hear Malia ask but her lips never move.
I frown.
"Tell me what?" I ask.
She looks at me, surprised.
"Malia what do you have to tell me? I know you're not telling me something".
She sucks in a breath.
"Why do I always have to be the barer of unpleasant news?!".
I frown.
"Malia, for the last time. Where is my baby?".
I feel a warm glow inside of me and I reach out to rip Zelda's necklace off when I realize it's not around my neck
"What happened to my necklace?" I ask.
Malia's eyes search my face before she points to the little table beside me and I turn to see the necklace. It looks different... lifeless even. I pick it up and clasp it around my neck.
"Now are you ready to tell me where my baby is?"
She sighs.
"With the midwife... somewhere in the house".
I frown.
"The midwife? Why the hell is that?".
She sighs again.
"I want to see my baby".
I see her pale even more.
"Alexis, no one is allowed to see the baby until after the ritual".
"What ritual?".
"The one where the baby is placed at the altar to see if the mark will glow or not".
I narrow my eyes.
"What happens if the baby's mark doesn't glow?" I ask.
Malia looks at me, confused.
"How are you doing..." she takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "I'm so nervous I'm thinking out loud".
Let's go with that.
She looks at me.
"I want to see my baby, Malia" I say, ripping off the tubes connected to my hand.
I throw the sheets off me and stand up.
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Mark of an Alpha's Queen
WerewolfCOMPLETED ✔️ Previously known as Catch Cassandra and Jace... Remember how their story went? But hold on... this isn't about them. None of this is about them. ★ Meet Alexandra; the youngest daughter of Cassandra and Jace. She's overprotected since...
