After Death, Comes Life

Hunnie 🙍🏻‍♀️




"Here you go, they are beautiful, just like you." Kris says to me.





His smile lit up the room as he handed me one of my babies. I couldn't believe Kris from my childhood years was going to help me raise my children.





Hubi, and Bahari. My daughter and son.




Kris kneels on the bedside next to me, patting my forehead with a warm rag. My body temperature felt below zero, and my womanhood was on fire.





I placed Hubi on my right breast, my son asleep on the bedside next to me. This all felt like a dream. I finally had something worth living for.





Tears began flowing from my blurry eyes as I noticed Kris too, was shedding tears. Though, his tears didn't seem joyful. They looked pained, hurt.





I started to feel sick and almost dry heaved with Hubi still on my breast. She unlatches and I motion for Kris to take her. He shakes his head no, and I heave again.





Everything disappears right before my eyes.
Where's my babies?
Where did Kris go?




A cold breeze stung my face, causing my eyes to flutter open. I felt different. Where am I? Am I still dreaming?





Remembering my last vision, I had escaped and flew over to the ocean shore before seeing The King.







The King....








My heart shattered. He killed me…





I sat up painfully, looking around as much as I could.  There seemed to be an obstruction covering my eye. I sat on a soft, silk mattress with many blankets over my body.




I could tell the room was brightly lit. A heart monitor beeping, seems like I was connected to it, for I couldn't lift my arms without a plastic tube tugging painfully in my arm. I could see partially out of my left eye, but everything was blurry and darkened.




One side of my nostrils picks up on The King's scent. My face throbbed in pain as I await his presence in my disgruntled state. My back ached horribly, along with my rib cage and stomach, but what hurt the most was my womb. My womanhood. It burned and throbbed tremendously. It felt like someone stabbed me down there!





My right hand shaking as I felt my fully clothed body. Wiggling and shifting to move, I felt something between my legs. A sanitary napkin it feels like.





I began to panic. Where am I! Who put a pad on me?! Why am I bleeding while pregnant, is something wrong with my twins?





"It's ok Hunnie. I am here." I hear Kris's low voice, making me flinch.





"Kr...Kris?" I whispered, looking around the room blindly.





"Yes Hunnie. I'm here." I hear two sets of feet walking toward me. My heart begins racing. Scared for what's going to happen next as their prisoner. I knew The King was with him, I could smell his scent fresh as day.




"Where are you?" I try opening my shut eyes and waved through the air.





"Hi Hunnie." A woman's calm voice startles me. She doesn't sound evil, but who is she?





“Kris?…” I mumbled. Fearing he had left me alone.




"I am the pack's doctor. I stitched all your wounds and took very good care of you. It'll take about a week or two before your back heals fully. Please get some rest. Kris and I are here to help." The woman calming to be a doctor spoke generously.






"Doc...tor?" My voice croaks in my throat.





"Mhm" she says, sounding much closer than before.





"Why....why am I b—burning down there...?" I asked shamefully.





The woman doesn't answer me and I hear Kris sigh distressingly. A pit in my gut made me want to vomit. Maybe they weren't understanding what I meant. She must've know, if she really did care for me.





"I'm wearing a...pad...it feels like..... did I get my menstrual?" My jaw and face stung horribly with each word I pushed out.






Is there a tampon inside of me too? I felt a ghostly remembrance of some kind of intrusion to my lady parts. It feels very uncomfortable, besides the humongous, long pad I wore now.




I hear Kris clear his throat, knocking me from my thoughts.





The room grows silent again, nothing but my thumping heart and the beeping of the machine to my left.




"Hunnie, Uhm....you are bleeding...due to The King flushing the child out. I am sorry."






"My child?" I asked confusingly. "I..."





Flushed she says. I'm not idiot to know what that means.....My mate has killed our children.




I brought my hands to my tender face and sobbed. Feeling hands around my shoulder, that smelled of The Kings. I shrugged them off.





"Don't! Don't touch me!" I cried and screamed through tears.




"Hunnie...I'm sorry." Kris’s voice says, hugging my battered, bawling body.





He hugs me dearly. The first loving encounter I've had in days. He began kissing my head repeatedly, pulling me closer to him. I hate that he smelled like The King. How could they even be friends!





He continues to apologize, sounding as though he was going to break. My body shuttered at his touches. He was so warm and soothed me entirely. I leaned into his hugs, bawling my eyes out even more. The King has taken away my babies from me...






"Why?" I found myself croaking out loud.





Kris only holds me tighter, crushing my sensitive face to his chest and neck. What about my face. What has happened.






"My face.."




"It's just very swollen my dear." The woman doctor speaks again.




"I..I can't see!" I shriek and cry even harder.





She must take off whatever it is that's causing me to not see appropriately.





"It's all dark." I squeak and feel Kris plant a kiss on pained cheeks.




Appreciating his comfort right now. I'm not even sure I can trust him.








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Kris's POV









Waving my hand in front of Hunnie's swollen eyes, she doesn't budge. Nor does she blink or move at my action. I start to become nauseous. Has my brother really beat this poor woman badly that she has lost her sight!



Mirah did mention to me that her corneal seemed damaged but I dint even understand it, until now. My heart racing, how could Bahm beat someone so much weaker than himself? That was the one thing I've always told him to never do...




Hunnie’s body shakes miserably in my arms from crying. Looking at Mirah, I could tell she was in a link with The King.


I glared at her suspiciously. What else could this motherfùcker even want to say!!



Mirah opens her mouth nervously, but she’s staring at Hunnie.



“Can you please remove your cloaking spell…so your body can heal properly? You need to rest.”


Hunnie instantly nods her head yes, weakly. I whisper over to her, “I’ll be right here Hunnie. Nothing will happen anymore. I swear.”