Filed to story: Pregnant By The Heartless Lycan King
I am walking unconsciously through the city, and nothing catches my fancy, until I come upon a big building. It looks ancient, yet, it looks very new. It is built with white bricks and has two tall towers flanking it. Instead of normal windows, it has stained glasses of different colors.
On each window is a different painting of the Moon Goddess, the most powerful deity in Wolf history. I used to hear stories about the beautiful ambience of the Temple of the Moon Goodness, and I am not disappointed.
I clear my mind of my troubles and walk into the temple. The sun reflects into the building through the colored stained glasses and lights up the temple. It is just like I’ve been told. A huge, beautiful statue of the Moon Goddess stands at the altar and overlooks the neatly arranged temple. The temple is almost empty save from some acolytes taking care of the altar.
I sit for a few minutes pondering my situation while praying to the Moon Goddess for strength and clarity. I am just about to leave the temple when I catch sight of a very small structure at the far end corner of the temple and I instantly recognize what it is. I used to hear stories of how the Moon Goddess gives advice to confused Wolfs through the Priestess, who are the Messengers of the Moon Goddess.
Grateful for the opportunity, I walk towards the structure, lean on the cushioned railing and turn towards a small veiled window. I can slightly make out a figure beneath the dark veil and it is impossible to tell who or what it is.
“Hello,” I say, unsure of what to do as it is my first time.
“Greetings,” a thick gruff voice replies.
Almost immediately, the voice coughs and morphs into the voice of a young boy, “sorry,” the smooth voice wheezes and coughs again before turning into the voice of an old woman. “That’s not right,” the voice rasps and coughs once again, morphing into a young woman’s voice. “That would do.”
“Are…you alright?” I ask, uncertain of what just happened.
“I’m fine,” the flowery, soft voice of a young woman replies behind the veil. “Now tell the Moon Goddess what’s wrong.”
“I met a man…” I start.
I tell her about my desire to marry someone I love and the person who loves me back too. I tell her how Marco and I have unintentionally had se*x. How he has saved me from my cruel family and their wicked plan to sell me to Rick, a se*xual pervert. How it is a marriage of contract and not a real one.
“…I wish I haven’t stumbled in the wrong room,” I murmur as sadness overwhelms me.
“If you haven’t stumbled in the wrong room,” the voice says. “You would never have met. The Moon Goddess does what’s best for us and she has led you in the hands of Marco. You will be a happier woman if you accept it as the work of the goddess.”
“But he doesn’t love me.”
“Because he said so?” the voice chuckles. “I know Marco very well. On the outside, he’s as cold as a fish, but on the inside, he’s like a warm, fuzzy embodiment of light and love. All you need to do is just break through his cold exterior and reach into his warm heart. I believe you will be a good fit for him.”
“You seem to know a lot about him,” I observe. “Are you related?”
“Me? I…um…I…ouch.”
I hear a soft thump against the window and a male voice grunting. I am tempted to pull the veil apart and see what is going on but I don’t.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “Your voice…”
“Of course, I’m okay. I… I just have a cold,” the voice says. “So my voice is a bit hoarse.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry about me. We’re here to talk about you. Tell me something about yourself, apart from your marriage to Marco. Something personal, something you wish to happen.”
I think long and hard and only one thing comes to mind.
“I create perfumes in my home pack,” I say. “And I would really want to learn from the various famous perfume designers that are in the capital. I usually make perfumes based on how I feel, but I do hope that I can work in a perfume shop where I can learn more about perfumes. Hope I can also find a similar job here.”
“Go, my child, may the Moon Goddess bless you and grant your wish.”
Lily’s POV
The stupid smile I’ve planted on my face all day is beginning to wear me out.
Seeing Tanya in the capital really unsettles me because I’ve already devised a plan to make sure that it never happens. I am worried about how my plan has failed and I need to get answers.
“Thank you for the tea, Lily,” the last of the guests hugs me. “It is wonderful.”
“Thank you noble man,” I smile. “I’m honored by your presence.”
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