OLIVIA
TWO MONTHS LATER
I dropped the bucket in my hand as I rushed to get Aria, who was crying. I picked my baby girl in my hand and cooed her to stop her from crying, but she wouldn’t.
I bit my lips and slowly sat down to breastfeed her. She just woke up from sleep so she is hungry and needs to be fed. The second she started sucking on it, she stopped crying immediately.
I sighed, turning to look at Aiden and Asher, her brothers who were thankfully still sleeping. These past two months have not been easy, with me trying to take care of three kids at the same time while also working to provide for us.
And when they all decide to wake up with cries, I have to pause my work to take care of them first, like right now.
“What the hell are you doing sitting down, Olivia? Do you think that you are here to relax?” my boss asked, startling me with his presence. I was praying not to get caught today, but I guess I couldn’t avoid it.
I sprang up on my feet, holding Aria close to me. “I am sorry, sir. She just woke up from sleep and I needed to attend to her,” I apologized, which resulted in a scoff from him.
“Does it look like I care about that? You’ve been taking a break since morning and you still expect to be paid the same way others are getting paid. If you are not ready to work, kindly quit and stop causing me problems”
The tone of his voice attracted other workers to us and they all paused to look at the fuss. I laid Aria back in her little crab that I made for them out of the woods since I couldn’t afford something better.
I guess as long as it’s comfortable, they can manage that until I save enough money to buy it for them.
Gratefully, Aria did not cry after I put her down, although she was wide awake, as though she knew that I was getting scolded for not working.
“I am sorry, sir,” I asserted, picking up the bucket once again. I am currently working at a construction site and we are getting water from a nearby well.
“You can either get back to work or leave. You are lucky enough to get a job when you are a rogue whore. If you can’t look for someone who will look after your kids while you work, then go and look for their father,” he added, looking at me with a leering gaze that made my skin crawl.
As he turned around and left, I looked at my babies, sighed, and left. I will see them from where the well is and where we are taking the water, and I have to divide my attention to do that.
I don’t have anyone to look after them and I am not financially stable enough to hire someone who will do that for me, not when I am struggling between saving and making sure that we are okay.
As I made to draw some water into the bucket, two other ladies joined me. I didn’t attempt to look at them because I knew they would be eyeing me with contempt and disgust.
“I heard she does not know the father of her baby. How can she not know who got her pregnant?” one of them whispered, but loud enough for me to hear.
“That can happen when she throws herself and different men. Her rogue scent keeps getting stronger every day. Why did they hire someone like her? She is just an outcast. No one likes her,” the other person pointed out.
I couldn’t bring myself to defend myself by exchanging words with them because it would be fruitless, nothing good would come out of it, so I took my water and left.
Everyone believes that any female who gets pregnant for someone who is not their mate is a rogue whore and they all assume that we do not know who the father of our babies is.
What difference will it make to correct them when they will still see us as outcasts like we are not wolves like them all because of a simple, beautiful mistake anyone could make?
I have met a few people who are in the same situation as me, and I can testify that they all have beautiful souls. It’s not our fault something like this happened to us.
For the rest of the day, my kids cooperated by not giving me trouble until I was done. When I got home, I proceeded to take their baths first, feed them, and until they were all sleeping before I could take my bath.
Giving birth to my triplets has been the best decision I have made in my life. I am just not mentally prepared enough for how tough it could be to raise three kids all on my own, and I am still eighteen.
I will be turning nineteen next month, but that doesn’t make me a grown-up. I will still be a teenage girl who is struggling to survive by herself.
I picked a few berries and sat down beside them on the bed. Aiden stretched his tiny body, placing his hand on his face, bringing a smile to my face.
Seeing them alone makes me want to work harder to give them a good life. I don’t want them to live like me. They should be able to get whatever they want, even without a father.
I stopped giving myself the hope that Alpha Damon would look for me. So many months have passed and he never for once looked for me.
As much as I want to stop thinking about him, I still do think about him to date. I am doing the same thing right now. I couldn’t get rid of him, no matter how much I tried.
But I have already made up my mind. I am never going to see him or beg him to take me back again. It is also better not to know about the triplets.
The fear of him taking them away from me filled my mind as I thought about that. What am I going to do if he gets to know about them and decides to take them away from me?
I don’t want another female to raise my children. I know I might not raise them the way I want right now, but I want them to be with me. No one will take better care of them than me.
They have become a part of me I don’t ever want to let go. Alpha Damon can have a fun-filled life with his mate. He does not need to know about my kids.
All I want to do is save enough money and learn a skill, something that will make the pack see my importance and also make Alpha Damon regret ever saying those hurtful words to me.