The Billionaire Alpha's Secret Baby novel Chapter 4

If my phone was turned on, they would have literally killed my battery with calls by now. So I got up, washed myself thoroughly like I was washing off stains from a rag, took my time to pack my bags and stuff as I wasn't going to come back anymore.

I indirectly dragged the packing process till late evening. Secretly hoping, wishing, and supplicating that he comes back.

But he never did.

And with frustration and anguish, I hurled my pathetic possession outside after saying a last pained good bye to my beloved college room. I had so many happy memories in this room, but it was utterly saddening that I was leaving with such a horrible one.

I left for the airport that same night and by dawn, I landed in the outskirt of London where my parents lived inside our pack.

Few weeks later, barely crawling out from my bouts of depression, I started sending resumes and application letters to publishing houses and magazine companies.

I was tired of the self-loath and despair I had plunged myself into and even felt bad for my parents who had to endure all that, so I decided to job hunt.

I majored in creative writing and my results were excellent, so I wanted to work at a place where I would put my skills into good use with hopes that it was going to make me feel better.

All those times, I still avoided my friends like a coward, like they were the reason I got fooled and played.

However, things didn't get better for me.

Two months after leaving school, still jobless and depressed, I had a shocking discovery.

I was pregnant. About eight weeks pregnant!

My parents were livid, they wanted me to abort the pregnancy after I admitted to them I didn't even know the name of the baby's father.

"This would ruin your future, Grace." my mother had wailed, hitting me on the back softly.

"Went through so much to put you through school! Werewolves without ranks have to work ten times harder than the privileged ones. We expected better from you, Grace," my dad had yelled from gritted teeth.

I was torn, devastated, knocked over the edge. I didn't believe in the Goddess like everyone else, but I blamed her for heaping such a tragic family responsibility on me.

I felt sorry for my parents, I wanted to make it up to them, and however, I couldn't let this innocent budding life in me go. I wanted to keep whoever was inside of me alive.

They pressed me for days, saying I was in no position to have any say, I didn't even have a job to take care of myself or the child I was expecting.

I couldn't take it anymore so I ran away from the house with just a little change few clothes and nothing else.

I fled into the center of London with no place to stay, no significant cash at hand, a baby in my womb plus the fact that I knew absolutely no one here.

I knew Jody and NK lived in London but I had no idea how to locate them and even if I knew, I could never go look for them, not after staying estranged from them for more than two months, ignoring their calls and texts without any explanation.

After few months of pure struggle and hardship, I decided to go back to my parents, my pack but on reaching there, I was told by my father's distant cousin that they both died in an accident while looking for me.

The Present.

GRACE

The streetlights were up. They generously cast their golden glow on me as I jogged on the neighborhood roads to find release.

It's a sacrifice I had to pay as a writer. One way or another, inspirations come at those odd moments when your heart is beating like a drum and you just suddenly stop midway to bend over with your hands placed on your knees, starting to smile at your fresh plot or a thrilling revelation about your character. Or how to end your story.

So this particular evening, I was jogging for motivation over a gothic story. Already, my day had been stressful. After tucking Laurie, my six-year-old daughter into bed few minutes ago, making sure she was sound asleep and packing some of her clothes into her travel bag for tomorrow, I just had to hit the road.

She even agreed to sleep early, so that tomorrow could come quickly for her to head to Nkechi's place already, according to her. I giggled mentally, amused at her enthusiasm to leave the house.

I didn't plan to run this long but the thoughts in my head made me lose track of space and time, so that I had to stop and look around me to realize I had jogged two streets past my usual stop.

I was familiar with this street called The Old Town Road but I hardly crossed the territory owing to the scary stories I had heard of the place. People being robbed or beaten or...

My train of thoughts was interrupted by a sight at the corner of a building. I was about to turn and run back when I heard an inaudible sound from behind that made my blood curdle.

Was this a trap? Was I about to be mobbed? The street was as silent as a grave yard. No one was coming or going. Although it was normal because people knew about the frightening tales of Old Town Road, so it was a given that no person in their right senses would be found here on their own at this time of the day.