At the end of the day....Hope

Freya's POV

The rogue, Darius had left us to our "bitchy devices". He didn't mind as long as it brought him more steps closer to ruining "the fucking pussy that called himself the Lycan King of Adivaine."

Which happened to be my mate, in case you hadn't noticed.

So we were here. We sat on the couch as I tried to reach Adalia again while Gertrude was proving herself really not useful since she seemed perfectly content in distracting me with questions that only served to upset me further.

"We could talk about it, you know?"

I released a puff of white air from my nostrils. The air was bitterly chilly that morning and yet for some reason I felt warm. So warm that I did not wear any protective clothing to shield me from the cold despite how Gertrude nagged at me and almost forced me to put on layers upon layers of her own clothing. You know, the "consider the little one in you" talk.

The unborn child had survived much worse. It had a resilience of its own. Even if the worst happened to me