The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

189 The truth of her birth III

Miriam.

It’s been two weeks since I came back to the Moon Temple with an empty womb and a heart heavier than I’d ever known.

The stillness of the temple at all times which used to ground me in such a way I couldn’t understand, broken occasionally only by the soft rustling of robes or the distant chant of prayers had now become a prison to me.

I was the secret, trapped in a prison and the only people who knew were my wet pillow each night and my conscience. I couldn’t believe I was a mom – well a half–mom actually but that experience changed my life in ways I never expected.

Each day felt heavier than the last – my belly was still round and protruded. I was still too tired from carrying another human for nine months and still forced to get on with my life like nothing just happened.

Of course, no one noticed since I returned in Spring and we were always at our busiest at this time of the year because a lot of special flowers, herbs and seeds are found at this time. I simply went out of my way and kept myself away from unnecessary interactions.

Except for Terra my bosom friend, Mother Liora and the other priestesses who were Mother Liora’s closest friends no one else knew.

For instance, at the morning Assembly today when I was asked to lead the e prayers, had recited a ritual prayer instead of the prayers designed to kickstart our day. Superior Priestess Diana’s eyes had narrowed on me as she assessed me from head to

toe.

“Miriam,” she called out coldly. “You look… different. Sluggish in your movements, forgetful and fat. Is there something you wish to share?”

My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding in panic as I tugged at my uniform, stretching the already–stretched fabric. The pregnancy had made me add a lot of” weight on my hips and chest.

Although the midwife had prepared a special routine for me to follow to lose the baby fat, she had told me it was a gradual process. Everyone was staring at me in the hall, especially Jemimah who had a smirk on her face.

“Miriam?” she called out impatiently again.

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Mother!” I

voice was filled with frustration. “T simply want an explanation as to why you’re looking out of place from all the girls in the temple.

your eyes?”

explanation but no words came out. Before the

sent her on must have been harder on her than I thought,” she said giving me a reassuring glance. “It’s

Mother

a murmur of agreement and the conversation turned to something else but I felt

rounded and my muscles still ached with the strain of carrying a child that was no longer there. I turned onto my side, clutching my blanket tightly and cried myself

I would wake up and my hands would instinctively move to cradle the bump that was no longer there. Most times when I bend to pick something up. I would catch myself dropping to my knees first just like how it

herbs the midwife had given me to stop it, it still rushed out. Every morning, I would pad my breast with several clothes to hide the milk stain and for the entire day,

unbearable and I would have to sneak back to my room and nurse my swollen breasts. I became an expert at hiding my tears and my pain. I would excuse myself under the pretence of needing solitude for prayer, only to sit in the corner of

contractions were the worst. In between carrying out my duties, my womb would squeeze in pain and I would gnash my teeth,

I started hearing baby cries.

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judgment. I stumbled out of my room, searching the

in them. “What’s wrong

to move away from her hold. “She’s crying, I need

sure there was no one in the hallway

Liora and

and the endless cries that were ringing in my ears until I eventually drifted into sleep.

murmured pushing myself

she asked me, touching my

I nodded giving her a puzzled expression.

gaze. “I know you’re suffering Miriam, and you feel guilty but if you keep this up, everything will be exposed. There’s a limit to the excuses I can give for you. Everyone

my knees under my chin. “What did