The Hidden Alpha's Cursed Mate

01: Her Birth

CHAPTER ONE

[Rose's Birth]

"Give her to me, Nessa." Simone asked with her breath harsh as she glared at her.

"Simone, don't make this hard for me. I have been given this mission and I am determined to complete it." Nessa retorted as she held unto the wailing newborn strongly. They stood opposite each other. It was quite dark. They could barely see each other but the little illumination from the moon helped them. Each of them standing at alert and defense.

"Nessa, for the last time, give the child to me." Simone said in a low dangerous voice,  stretching out hands.

"Simone, your mother gave me this mission and I have never for once failed any mission that was given to me. Considering the fact that you are related to her, please go. Your mother told me that if anyone tries to stop me, I should eliminate the person without a second thought." She said menacingly. Nessa was known to be an assassin so killing a newborn won't affect her.

But what led to this?

*Some hours earlier*

Everyone was running helter-skelter. She was about to be born. Faint lights roaming everywhere adding more to the nervousness and anxiety that was reeking out from the people that awaited her arrival.

"Walk faster." One of the witches yelled at a lower ranked witch. The lady scurried faster, carrying a bowl that had a towel soaked with blood.

The lady stood anxiously, with heart beating at a faster rate. She was scared.

"Push." The midwife urged the woman.

"I can't do it." The woman replied breathlessly. Heavy breeze blew, thunder storms and lightning bolts everywhere. The curtains of the room blew around vehemently as ray of the thunder strike pierced through.

"You can do this." The midwife encouraged her as she stared at the opening of her vagina. They were both sweating profusely. The heat in the room could not be withstood at all. The woman's breath was becoming heavy second after second.

"I said I can't do it." The woman cried out while shaking her head hellaciously with tears rolling down her face. She definitely cannot give up. Not when this child is the only symbol of their love. The child was the only thing connecting him to her. She has to try. She has to be strong for him and for them.

Then suddenly, she was finding it hard to breath, her breath was becoming shallow and her eyes closing slowly. The midwife noticed this and hit her so hard on her laps, making the woman yelp up in pain and her eyes go wide open.

"Ugh!!!" She screamed and the head of the child popped out. And there was hope. Hope for them.

"It is just the head, you can do more. Push!!!" The midwife shouted again and the thunder resounding in the walls of the room.

"Ahrghh!!" With just this last push, the child came out fully, draining the woman's energy. The woman slumped back and released a deep breath.

The cry of the baby soared across the entire west wing and unto the skies as if alerting them of its arrival.

"It's a girl." The mid wife announced with an happy smile.

She carried the child from one of the witches that was helping her and went towards the woman. She knelt down before her and placed the child slowly in her arms. The child was soaked in blood and other fluids. The woman managed to pull her lips up to a smile as she saw her baby girl. She slowly slid up and placed her head on the head board. That alone made her breath hard. She carried the child with her weak hands and took in her features. Eyes just like her while her face was like his-her father.