Ruined(Eternal Monarch)

Juno’s POV

No, no, no, why am I being subjected to such a traumatic experience? Why didn’t you kill me instead of my son?

I cried till it was difficult to take a breath. Everything turned black for a second time.

When I awoke, I realized that there was no reason to continue living. Everything in which I had put my faith had been crushed. My innocence was stolen by a man who was meant to be everything I ever wanted in a man, but he turned out to be my deadliest nightmare. The death of my child, who was the silver lining in my life following a difficult period in which I had to endure many storms, was devastating. I am absolutely nothing. I don’t have anything. I don’t have anyone to turn to for help. My parents will be punished if I persuade myself to stay. I can’t afford to lose them, so I’d rather die. I realize it’s selfish of me to die, but I have no other choice. I can’t imagine my life without my son. To me, he was everything. Alex killed my son. I took out my notebook and inquired,

Can you take me to the grave where you buried him?

I noticed them nodding in unison. They took me to my son’s grave. I didn’t even attend his funeral. Alex will never know tranquillity. I need to see him right away. I stood in front of my son’s tomb. I’m unable to cry. I’m not sure why this is happening. I barely had a year to enjoy being a mother; I deserved more. I deserved to see him develop into a great young man, but Alex stole it all away. His goal was to make sure I was damaged and failed as a mother. I took out my notebook and began writing.

I’d like to see Alex.

They all shook their heads and glanced at each other.

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That would be even more ideal. I will be at peace with my son, but I want to see him one last time before I die.

“Juno, please, he’s going to kill you.” My father begged. But I was about to meet my worst enemy. I needed to tell him what was on my mind. Lilian placed her phone in my pocket and stated,

“Keep this so you can communicate with your parents.”

I walked away from my son’s grave and toward the packhouse, where Alex was meeting with his pack members. I took out my notebook to write down what I wanted to say to him, but then I heard a voice say,

Speak!

To be sure, it was a man’s voice that I heard in the back of my skull. I looked around to check if I was hearing things, but there was no one around. I yelled at the top of my lungs.

“Alex Jackson, alpha of the silver moon pack, I, Juno, a divine child, reject you as my mate and alpha! May Darrian Alexandra Jackson, may your soul rest in peace. But you, Alex, will never, ever make any claims about him in this life. He wasn’t your son; he was mine. You and your people will never have peace. For the rest of your lives, you will beg. This pack will never be at ease. You’ll look for me, but by the time you find me, it’ll be too late. I curse you and anything else that has to do with you. I, Juno, have spoken, and you will never again hear the wail of a child.”

When I saw him collapse in his chair, I knew our bond had been severed. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel anything. The only sensation I had was of a broken connection with the pack. I opened my mouth again to speak, but nothing came out. I’m still deafeningly silent. I knelt on my knees.

“Get that garbage out of my pack.”

I was lifted like a bag of potatoes by one of the warriors and tossed outside the pack boundaries. I took a look around. I only had a phone. Alex didn’t kill me, so my plan didn’t work.

Where should I go?

I don’t have any money, and the only thing I want right now is to die and be with my son. Why didn’t he become enraged and kill me? I’m already a wretched person. I took a walk to the neighboring town. I’m trying to figure out a way out of this situation and the only way is death.

I dart into the road whenever I see a car, but no vehicle has ever hit me.

Is this a curse? Why can’t I just die?

I’ve come to terms with my fate. The moon goddess does not wish for me to die. So I did what any street person would do: I made acquaintances. I was certain that I would not be staying here. I always had the impression that my mother and father were keeping an eye on me. Even though they couldn’t physically come to me, they used to pay someone to come to me and give me something. It was upsetting to see my parents in such a state. I know having me here would make things worse for them, but if Alex finds out they’ve been assisting me, they’ll be in big trouble. I examined my phone, which was the only source of income I had with me. The only means of communication I had with my parents, and the only device that held images of my son. I went to a tattoo parlor and chose a picture of Darrian. I offered the man my wrist to draw a picture of him. I was going to be checking on my son when everyone else was checking the time on their wrist. A reminder of my mistakes. I gave him the phone as payment, and he gave me the remaining money.

Here is my journey to becoming a mute street girl for the rest of my life in a foreign land.