Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 119

Chloe's POV

“Chloe… what have the two of you done?” Lying on the bed, I felt cold all over my body as I heard Teacher Astor’s question.

He was trembling as he looked at me in sorrow, pity and grief.

His question was only composed of two words but I know the entire implication of it.

What did Blake and I have done to come to this?

My eyes darted at Teacher Astor who was scrambling on the cabinet of medicine and tools trying to save me while he mumbled these words.

I opened my mouth to answer my teacher’s question but the strength in me finally left and everything went black.

I did not know how long I was sleeping but I was brought back to my consciousness once again when I smelled a faint scent of calming incense.

“Teacher…” I searched for Teacher Astor as I forced myself to sit.

“Chloe, don’t force yourself… Lie and rest.” Teacher Astor felt my movements and immediately warned.

I shook my head and insisted on sitting, looking at my teacher pleadingly as I asked, “How’s my child?”

Teacher Astor looked at me with the same look I had remembered moments earlier and my heart sank.

“The child is long gone even as Blake rushed you here… Chloe… I am sorry I could not do anything…” Teacher Astor trembled as spoke, stepped forward and handed me something over.

It was a tiny little fetus in a jar and one look I knew that it was my baby.

My hand trembled as soon as the glass jar was placed on my palms. I felt my entire world crumbling as I stared at my child in disbelief.

“Oh…” I whimpered in pain, loss for words, even a thousand cries would never be able to express how I am devastated.

I can still feel that numbing feeling in my lower body, the sign that just earlier, the little one was still here in my womb.

I felt like every inch of my flesh was getting eaten up by this unbearable sorrow. “Noo…. my baby!”

Tears fell to my eyes as it fell to the little fetus in my hand,

“Why? Why me?”

“Why my baby?”

“Why?”

I looked up and asked only to meet Teacher Astor’s grieving expression as well, “I also don’t know… Oh Chloe…”

There is a crack in his voice as his eyes reddened, tears threatening to fall. In the end he looked away and mumbled, “I have to go and tell Blake the news…”

The shiver in his voice was telling me that he could not bear to see this situation and chose to escape.

But for me, I no longer knew what to say nor how to react. I only looked at my little one caged in the glass and lamented.

The door opened and soon I heard noises around, then I felt Blake’s presence coming at me but then I could no longer hear anything.

I only knew that at the moment, I had lost my child.

My Little One… whom I was not able to protect.

Memories kept flashing in my mind. On the day I first knew that I was pregnant, down to the nights when I caressed my womb and talked to my child the things that bothered me.

“My child you are so tiny… but I could see your little fingers and limbs…”

“My child you are just a few months old in my womb…”

“Why… did you come out so impatiently?”

I mumbled between Blake’s inaudible cries. His apologies, his wailing, they bring me no comfort at all.

What it brought was more pain.

I have once thought that meeting Blake was a compensation from the heavens of all the sufferings I have experienced in the past.

But who would have thought that by knowing him, I would fall into an even deeper abyss.