Chapter 49

Donald

The scent that she gave off suddenly had hints of fear in it, and she shook her head in the negative. Her behavior, however, gave off the signs that she was, indeed, lying to me.

“I am not pregnant, Donald,” she said.

“That is a lie, love,” I responded. “Do not think about lying to me about this. Don't even dare to try it. I dont have the patience to deal with it if you do.”

She shook her head again, and that infuriated me the most.

Why was she trying to deny what was already there? Did she not know how she looked, cowering with her hands over her stomach, as if trying to protect the child - our child? Or did she not think that I would not be able to notice her strange behaviors over time? Granted, had the old woman not mentioned something about it today, it may have not occurred to me that my mate was with child. But I had in fact noticed the odd behaviors that she had exhibited until then. Now, I had nothing else to say but to ask her why.

It was no longer a matter of ge