Konstantin: The Heartless Beta novel Chapter 30

Lily

My head is killing me, and the sunlight peeking through the window is not helping. I sit up and notice that I have been moved yet again, and this time Stefan has me shackled to the bed. I don’t know how long I’ve been knocked out; all I can remember is that when my supposed ‘mother’ returned, she injected me with something.

I guess she knew that I suspected her.

I don’t know what Stefan has planned this time around, but my heart won’t stop thundering, and from the movement of the babies, they must feel it as well.

I hear footsteps at the door and expect Stefan to walk in, but instead, voices get carried through the door. Did they think I’m still knocked out?

“... this better be the truth,” Stefan says, the anger in his voice making me lay down and clamp my eyes shut.

“Have I ever lied to you?”

The second voice made me sit up so fast that I saw white spots in my eyes. What the fuck? I know who that is… I fucking know them! But why are they here? Why…?

“No, you haven’t,” Stefan says, but whatever else he says gets drowned out by the keys in the locks as he opens them. When he walks in, I don’t see the person behind him but know for a fact that it was someone I am supposedly close to.

“My bride, it’s time!” he calls out, and before I can ask what he means, he scents me with so much of his sulphur that I fall back on the bed, unable to move. “Wait…”

Stefan rips off my clothing then unclasps the shackles at my ankle before scooping me up in his arms and walking out of the room.

This Scenting is what he has been doing since he locked me up, and it is what keeps me complacent enough for him to do whatever he wants to me. It also does something to the Succubus side of me and makes me crave him. But from what he has done now, it seems like he could always control the lust pheromone in his scent.

Fucking asshole.

“Where… taking…” I can only get these words out, but I know he understands what I am asking. We’re going downwards, and all I can smell is dampness, dust and blood.

Stefan chuckles. “You’ll see soon,” he says, then when we come to a stop in front of a marble door, he barks at a soldier to open it.

I look around the white room and notice that it is made out of the same material as the door. Inscriptions are etched into the stone on every surface of the room, and in the middle stood a flat black stone altar. I can see the legs of someone lying next to it but don’t know who it could be.

Stefan places me gingerly on the altar, and when he shackles my wrists and feet to the stone, pain sears right into my bone. Silver; he’s tying me down with silver chains. I try to fight him off, but his fucking scent has made me weak. “Wait…” I mumble.

“Shhh,” he says with a grin, placing one hand on my belly and holding the other in the air. Then he starts a chant in an unknown tongue, and his eyes flash that disgusting yellow colour.

Then pain overtakes my body; the feeling of my first shift amplified and on repeat.

I scream out and move, but every movement sends waves of throbbing pain through my entire body. I’ve never felt pain like this before, not even when Fenriz broke me in at the fighting pits. Every bone felt like it was being broken and repaired over and over again with no end to the pain in sight.

Stefan takes his hands from my belly and walks out of the room, but the pain remains; no matter how much I scream and cry out, it doesn’t lessen at all.

I feel exhausted and like I am close to vomiting, but there seems to be nothing I could do about the pain and shifting of the children in my womb. Surely this pain would stop soon, right? Surely there's an end to this magnified pain, this nauseating feeling of something tearing me apart from the inside.

I’m not sure, and I am not ready to give up because of it; my wolf told me that my mate would come. I need to believe in her words!

I pause for a moment and take a deep breath. Perhaps if I can shift my focus away from the pain, it'd be easier to manage.

Wait! Wasn’t someone lying on the floor next to this altar?

Taking a deep breath, I find the chains to be a bit slack and pull myself up on my elbows, cringing at the pain of both the baby's movements. I hope they’re not dead, but looking at the blood pooled at their head, I’m pretty sure they are close to it.