Chapter 7

That was what she always liked to mumble. We may be in a time where we lived in peace amongst witches, although most of the pack were absolutely fine with witches and the way I was born there was still the handful who didn’t change and didn’t approve of how I was born. Usually where I would snap back at them with everything I had lately I had just had enough.

"Well then, I will wait here until someone shows up to serve me." I crossed my arms.

The smell of the various baked goods suddenly made me sick.

Maybe I should just leave.

She tensed and I saw her eyes dart to the window, as if checking if anyone who may support me was around.

"I have nothing to give you." She said suddenly, picking up the tray of freshly baked croissants she had brought out and walking into the back kitchen, slamming the door behind her.

"I don’t understand why we have to tolerate her." One of the hags muttered from behind me.

I didn’t bother to look in their direction. I sighed, my smile fading before I turned away, pushing open the bakery door. The urge to find some bugs to infest the bakery tempted me, but I didn’t have the time nor the will to do so.

Note to self—make a Granny June voodoo doll.

I stepped out into the fresh air, my stomach lurching nauseatingly, about to get on my bike.

"No wonder she was rejected. No one would want her. She’s a psychotic freak." I heard an old woman who sat at the table outside with her mate, mutter.

I swear if it wasn’t for how good Granny June’s bakes were I would avoid this place, all the same type of people gathered here.

Don’t do this now.

My anger was rising, and I knew I was on the brink of losing control.

Don’t.

I got onto my bike, trying to ignore them.

"Yeah, definitely a freak." The old man grumbled.

I froze, my head snapping towards the couple who had spoken.

"Want to say that again?" I growled menacingly.

"I said nothing, pup, move along." He growled standing up.

"Don’t lie. Say it again."

"I said I said nothing."

"I SAID SAY IT AGAIN!" I screamed, not caring that two passer byes had stopped and were staring at me.

"Azura come-"

"No! if you want to call me a freak, then say it to my fucking face!" I screamed, cutting off whoever had tried to stop me.

The older man’s face turned an angry shade of red as he glared at me.

"There’s no such thing as respect around here! I said nothing!" He lied as everyone shook their heads in disapproval.

My chest heaved, my emotions a turmoiled mess as I looked around.

These people knew me growing up, and although they were silenced, recently since my rejection they were becoming vocal once more. June and one of the other hags came to the door watching me with contempt, disapproval, and irritation.

"She’s so dramatic." One of the girls from the academy muttered.

"I'm not dramatic."

"You shouldn’t lie, dear." The elderly woman at the table scolded gently with fake sympathy in her eyes as she stood up taking her mate’s arm. "It doesn’t look good on your parents."

Yeah, I get it, I’m a failure and a disappointment to them too.

"I didn’t lie." I retorted defensively; my emotions were getting out of control as I stared at the man whose face held the tiniest of smirks. "You know exactly what he said."

"I said nothing. Stop trying to get me in trouble." He scoffed, walking off.

"Hey!" I shouted, getting off my bike.

I stormed over to the old penis.

I was about to grab him when a hand grabbed hold of my wrist and stopped me.

I was ready to lash out when I looked into the eyes of one of my thirteen-year-old nephews, Renji.

"Come on Azura, let’s go home." He coaxed gently.

"I don’t want to go home; I have things to do." I growled.

“Dad won’t let this slide, don’t worry no one will get away with this.” He said clearly, about to pull free from his hold, but the look of concern in his soft blue eyes made me close my eyes and nod in agreement.

"It’s no big deal this bunch of wrinkles will never change, don’t tell Liam.” I said quietly not wanting to cause him more work.

They were already concerned over my mark and rejection. He nodded hesitantly and I gave him a small smile.

“I'm just going out of the town for a bit. I promise."

Renji, the sweetest angel of the quintuplets. I knew if it was anyone else, I wouldn’t have listened. He believed me and nodded.

‘Don’t let them get to you.’ One of the two passer byes said through the link.

‘I never do.’ I got back on the bike as the woman gave me a warm smile and I flashed her a grin before casting a deathly glare at the old, wrinkled vaginas before getting back onto my bike, feeling super nauseous. Revving the engine, I suddenly froze. For the last week or so I had been feeling like this… As a werewolf, I should have healed from any cold by now… My heart thundered as I quickly rode out of the pack territory.

A sudden and terrifying thought occurred to me, and the fear of the possibility of it enveloped me.

Please no.

Thirty minutes later, I was in a public stall at the drugstore. I held a stick in one hand, my eyes shut as I counted the seconds before taking a deep breath and looked at it.

My stomach sank when I saw the two clear lines that stained the test.

I was pregnant.