The Banished Werecat Princess

9 - Disaster Strikes

Alana

    It was in the middle of the day, when most werecats were usually napping, I started having mild contractions.  Over the next five hours, they got significantly closer together, and they were more painful than anything else I had ever experienced.

    I started screaming bloody murder, when I felt a gush of liquid come out of me, then the contractions got so bad, I couldn’t take it any longer.  As soon as the guard saw what was happening, his eyes immediately glazed over for what felt like twenty minutes, but was actually only a few minutes.

    When they returned to normal, he didn’t say a single word to me and simply walked away, leaving me terrified that nobody was gonna come to help me give birth to my cub.  I began crying uncontrollably in fear that somebody would go wrong, and I would lose my cub forever.

    Ten minutes later, the main clinic doctor and a handful of nurses came rushing into my cell with their arms full of towels and other stuff that they would need to deliver my cub.  The doctor immediately dropped to his knees at my feet, then he spread my legs apart and used his fingers to feel inside of me.

    I had no clue he was going to do that, and it made me feel uncomfortable, but I didn’t have time to voice my opinions, because I was hit with another strong contraction, causing me to scream out in pain.  After pulling his fingers out of me, he glanced over at the nurses and stated, “It’s past time.  She should have started pushing already.”  After that, he looked me straight in the eye and demanded, “Alana, when you feel the pain, I need you to push with everything you have.”

    “Fine,” I breathed out, then I braced myself for the next contraction.  As it hit, I clenched my hands into fists and screamed at the top of my lungs, as I pushed with all of my might.

    This continued for about forty minutes before I finally got the cub out, but I didn’t hear any cries at first.  With the most intense concern overwhelming me, I gazed at the doctor with hopeful eyes, as he gently rubbed my cub’s chest.  A few seconds later, the faintest, little whine came from my adorable, blonde cub.

    While fondly smiling at the cub, he calmly stated, “You did it, Alana.  You gave birth to a beautiful, healthy, boy cub.”

    Right away, more tears sprang into my eyes, but these were tears of joy.  After waiting six long months, my cub was here and I couldn’t wait to hold him.  

    As soon as the doctor handed him to me, I cradled him against my chest and took in how adorable he was.  Even as an infant, he was the spitting image of his father with the exception of the ice blue ring that surrounded his dark green eyes.  I vowed to cherish my deceased love’s cub, and to make-up for the loss of his father.

    After taking care of me and the cub’s needs, the doctor and nurses left us alone in our cell.  The guard was quick to lock it, but I didn’t care.  I had my precious cub in my arms, and that’s the only thing that mattered to me anymore.

    Unfortunately, I only got to enjoy a few hours with the adorable cub, who I named after his father.  Only one time did I get to experience the joy of feeding Jax my breastmilk and bonding with him on such an amazing level, before my horrible brother came down to the dungeon and made the guards take my precious cub away from me.  I tried to fight them off, but I was no match for them, and they easily held me down while one of the other’s snatched Jax.

    I screamed, cried and begged for Lance to give me my cub back.  I swore to never ever do anything out of line, and to serve my time with no problems, if he would just give Jax back, but he refused, claiming that my cell was no place to raise a cub.  

    That was the last straw for me, I completely lost it after that.  In an attempt to get out and go after little Jax, I climbed up the cell bars and started banging my head against them.  I was hoping that the guards would open the cell, so they could put me in restraints, but they didn’t.

    Instead, one of them grabbed a broom and used it to force me off the cell bars, causing me to fall and hit my head on the hard ground below me.  I could feel the blood trickling down the back and side of my head and neck, but that didn’t stop me from screaming like a banshee.  I was a new mother, and I needed to be near my cub!  

Jax

    Six months!  Six long, painful months!  That’s how long it’s been since I saw Alana’s beautiful face or felt her soft lips against mine.  I craved that gorgeous werecat in an unhealthy way, but I couldn’t have her.  Not yet.  It would be another grueling four and half years before that would be an option.

    During that time, I completely gave up on finding a witch to help me.  I returned to the underground bunker where I stored the herbs and retrieved them, then I sold them to random witches on my way to the free territory that was closest to the Jungle Pack’s territory.

    I wanted to be near Alana, in hopes of hearing something.  I was in constant worry about how she was being treated, and it was almost enough to drive me completely mad.

  After arriving at the free territory, I found a large group of rogues, who appeared to be in control of the territory.  They were eager to let me join their group, and I quickly became one of their biggest assets, because I knew the area and where to find food and water.  

    Not long after eating dinner, I was trying to enjoy the nice weather, when I felt a sudden wave of nausea followed by extreme fear and anxiety.  I didn’t understand it, because there wasn’t anything worrying me, besides the usual worries concerning my imprisoned kitty.

    Alana!  These wild emotions had to have something to do with her.  I knew she wasn’t my fated mate or anything else, but there was no other explanation for the rush of different emotions I was suddenly feeling.