66 The Journal of Worms


    ~Tamia~


    I woke in the morning with a bit of morning sickness. So I rushed to the bathroom and threw up


    what was left of my dinner fromst night. Sylvester joined me in the bathroom and rubbed my back


    gently.


    Knowing why I was throwing up, neither of us was bothered.


    He kissed the top of my head, and I wiped my lips gently and smiled at him.


    "Good morning," he said to me, gently patting my hair. I smiled in response. We sat down on the


    bathroom floor.


    Sylvester ced his hand on my stomach and rubbed gently.


    "I can''t wait to meet our baby, Tamia," He said, and I gently touched his hand on my tummy.


    "We still have a long way to go; it''s t," I pointed out, and weughed.


    We got ready for the day and headed downstairs. I could not wait to go through the journals.


    As much as I wanted to get to the bottom of things, I was curious about Jenny''s life because the


    woman had a lot of skeletons in her closet and seemed a bit entric.


    "Good morning," Linda said, smiling at me, and her smile was extra, which made me know


    Theodore had done a lot of work.


    "Good morning," I greeted her and Theodore, and he smiled at me while rubbing her back.


    Avery and Marcel were yet to join us.


    Sylvester pulled out a seat for me to sit down. I sat and looked at Linda. She was glowing. She


    looked nothing like the Linda that I used to know. It was amazing what true love could do to


    someone. We were lucky.


    We came to the north as war prisoners and found love in the process. Like in the east when our


    husbands were friends, likewise in the north. It was amazing to see how intertwined our destinies


    were. It was still in the very same order.


    "Where is Marcel?" Sylvester asked Theodore, and he smiled.


    "They will soon join us, I hope," Theodore answered, and Sylvesterughed. I knew there was a


    subtle exchange between the men, which we weren''t privy to, so I squeezed my man''s thigh.


    "Have you decided what our team would wear during the polo?" Theodore asked Sylvester, and he


    shook his head.


    "Maybe our women would decide that," Sylvester said, lifted my hand and kissed it.


    "I want to look sexy while you cheer me on during our games," he said, and I smiled at him.


    "That is an easy colour. ck polo shirt and white trousers. ck and white everything," I said, and


    he nodded.


    "As you wish, my Lady," he said, and I felt tingles.


    "I am so excited about the ball before the sports games begin. I learned everyone would be there,"


    Linda said, and I wondered why she would be excited. Then it hit me that our exes might being


    for the games, but I also knew that the east and most of the south were never invited to the all-


    region games.


    "You will get to rub it in his face one day, Linda but not at the games. They never invite the east," I


    linked her, and her smile dropped. She really wanted tough at Kyle. I could understand. Theodore


    was an upgrade from the douchebag.


    Theodore was a powerful Alpha and third inmand of our world. A position Kyle could never


    dream of. It would have been nice if she and Avery got the chance to rub the joy on their faces. Call


    it petty, but there was a true satisfaction that woulde with their pain and disbelief. I knew one


    day it would happen, and no matter how much they imed not to care, they would because the


    women had an upgrade.


    Avery joined us with Marcel, and with how they looked, I knew what they had been up to.


    Marcel did not button all the way up, meaning they were in a rush, and Avery looked like she


    packed her hair before tumbling in the sheets. She couldn''t take the time tob and pack the hair


    again, so she decided to pat it and fix herself up.


    "Shall we eat?" Sylvester said, and we dug in.


    I ate everything. My appetite was over the roof, and Sylvester kept adding things to my te.


    Breakfast ended, and I was the first to leave the table to head to where we kept the journals.


    There were six journals altogether, and somehow it wasn''t a daily record of her life; browsing


    through the page, I realised she only recorded significant events.


    "Read aloud, Tamia," Marcel said. We were all eager for answers, so we sat in the living room, and I


    picked the oldest journal, judging by the dates, to read.


    "Today was the worst day of my life. I told Maurice I would like to have a baby with him, and he shut


    it down. He said he already has one bastard; he can''t have another. It really hurt because I love him


    so much, and it would be a gift to have a baby with him," I finished.


    It wasn''t informative, but we now knew how Maurice felt about having a baby with her; maybe that is


    why the baby is nowhere.


    I flipped through, looking for something significant.


    Jenny seemed the type to rant a lot, and I wasn''t surprised. She was alone most of her life, so she


    was bound to rave in her journals. Everyone needed an outlet, and this was hers, especially since


    she had dirty disgraceful secrets.


    "Maurice punished me today because I wanted something permanent. He told me he did not like


    Stephanie anymore, but he red up when I asked him to make me his Luna. He did the worst thing


    ever to me, and I will never forgive him for it. Asking his friends to share me with him was the most


    humiliating thing ever. He wanted me to know how he saw me, as his whore. I might not be in his


    harem, but I wasn''t different from them in his eyes. I was foolish to think he would fall in love with


    me." It read, and I could not feel sorry for her because Stephanie was her friend. She got what she


    deserved.


    "It is clear that Maurice is lying to me. I know he loves Stephanie; I can see it in his eyes now he


    has banned me from speaking her name. I hate that bitch so much," it read, and weughed.


    "I think we should skip that book and read theter ones," Sylvester said, disgusted by the content


    of the journal I was reading.


    "No, please let her read some more pages, and we will move to the next one," Marcel said and


    looked at me.


    "Read an interesting bit, Tamia," He said. It was clear we all believed she got treated the way she


    should.


    " Alissa is a bitch, and I will put her in her ce. How dare she take him from me. I have to find a


    way to get to her. I do not know how, but I will start somewhere. Friendship always makes it easy. I


    will try and be her friend and pretend to support her against Stephanie. The woman is a thief and a


    menace, and she needs to be sent back to where she belongs," It read, and I could only imagine


    her state of mind when she wrote it.


    I dropped the journal and went for the second to thest one. The one she started the year Maurice


    would go on Pilgrimage.


    "You will skip all these ones?" Linda asked, and I nodded.


    "The woman is mad and obsessed with her lover. Unless we want a whole day of how she feels


    about all the women the wolf lord was screwing, we need to move on from them," I said, and Linda


    was silent.


    "You know you can read them at your leisure. I n to do so," I told her, and she smiled at me.


    I picked up the book and opened it.


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    I flipped through the pages and found a relevant entry.


    "Today, I was wronged to my soul. Maurice has never spoken of my son. He behaves as if he does


    not exist. He even favours his bastard over my son. nning to make David head of the council is


    just wicked. I have to alert Stephanie. I am sure she would be mad, and she might fight him. Who


    knows, Maurice may snap and dump her arse. If he does, he will definitelye to me, and I can


    find a way to get my son back," It read; now we understand why she bothered to alert Stephanie


    about Maurice''s decision.


    We also knew she had a son who was not with her. Clearly, she wasn''t in her son''s life and might


    not know where he was. It sounded like Maurice took her son from her, but I could not draw


    conclusions yet.


    The other pages showed how she and Stephanie would ensure that Dominic got the Balyaev seat.


    She indeed nned on double-crossing Stephanie in that regard; the woman was vile.


    I picked up thest journal and read most of its content until I could not read it aloud anymore.


    Jenny had made several entries that could get Stephanie in trouble. It was part of her final records.


    "What is it?" Avery asked me, and I tried to y it off.


    "Nothing interesting; we should go through the files," I said, and they agreed.


    Linda picked up the first journal while I held onto thest one.


    "Are you alright, green-eyes?" Sylvester linked me, and I looked at him.


    "We need to talk in private," I linked him back.


    "Is it about something that is in that book?" he asked me through the mind link, and I nodded.


    "Go upstairs; I will join you," He said, and I pretended to have a stomach upset and would read the


    journal while in the toilet. So I headed up to the room. I entered, sat on the bed and read the pages.


    "I have always known that Stephanie was behind Maurice and his officers'' death. She had denied it,


    but now I have proof. Today I received a letter from my spy in the south. An anonymous person sent


    the letter to Devin, iming that the wolf lord was nning to attack and take over the south. The


    content of the letter was wicked. The writer had described the route the wolf lord would take, his


    alias and thepany he was travelling with, where he would stay, and the time he should attack.


    The sender also lied that the wolf lord was travelling with a secret army. The writer gave Devin the


    details he needed to strike and seed. Only one person would have this much information on


    Maurice: Stephanie.


    I have scanned the letter and emailed it to her. I have also threatened to expose her so she would


    bear the full wrath of her punishment. Once she is put on trial, we can easily say that she connived


    with her sons to have their father killed so they can take over the lordship and head the council. It


    will automatically disqualify them, and Sylvester and Dominic will not ascend. I will have thest


    laugh." It read, and my hands began to shake.


    I read the rest of the contents; Jenny had ckmailed Stephanie with the letter for five years.


    ording to the entries, Stephanie denied writing it. She even told Jenny not to hurt her son''s


    reputation with the lies. Jenny found her pleas amusing and wrote about how she enjoyed


    tormenting Stephanie with the letter.


    We needed to confront Stephanie, and she needed toe clean so Sylvester would know how to


    deal with the matter.


    Just then, Sylvester walked in, and I looked at him with fear in my eyes.


    "Jenny was a very disturbed woman," I said, and he frowned and came to sit with me on the bed.


    "You have to confront your mother, Sylvester, and she bettere clean," I said, and he asked me


    why.


    "Because Jenny ims she was the one that got your father and his friends killed. Jenny got a letter


    someone sent Devin and mailed your mother a copy. She has been ckmailing your mother for


    five years now," I said, and he was in shock.


    I could only imagine what was going on in his mind.


    Even if Stephanie did not do it, the wolf lord''s death was a serious matter. Now I understood why


    Stephanie was hell-bent on Sylvester taking revenge. If someone had already been punished for


    the crime, she can''t be tried for the same offence; no one would dig since the culprit has been dealt


    with.


    As much as I knew Maurice deserved it, Devin wasn''t lying when he said the Wolf Lord trespassed.


    He was made to believe the wolf lord had trespassed by whoever sent the letter.