“It will – It will never come to it,” I muttered. I didn’t fully understand what he meant by choosing me before our child but he seemed to threaten my baby. Would he try something if my symptoms got worse?“I hope it doesn’t,” he responded in a quieter tone with a forlorn expression. “Are you hungry?” He asked and that was the end of the conversation about our unborn child.I wished I could say it didn’t prick me how he dismissed the subject as if it wasn’t something life-changing. I didn’t want to fault him, knowing he had issues of his own he hadn’t dealt with and he may be unwilling to have a child because of said issues, but I was tired, cranky and thus upset. My brain told me he was supposed to be happy and since he wasn’t, I got even crankier.“Is that all you have to say?” I asked with ill-concealed annoyance. “I tell you I am pregnant but you ask if I’m hungry?”“What more am I to say?” He asked with narrowed eyes.“We’ll have a baby soon! What do you mean by what more are you
* KADE *“I didn’t think you would be such a weak alpha,” my father sneered at me. He sat across from me, right in my seat with a bottle of my drink before him. “Leaving Silver Moon to you was a mistake.”“What do you want this time?” I sighed, having zero interest in what he had to say. These days my father had started to nag worse than an old housewife. Everything I did was met with complaints as if running a pack wasn’t hard enough. I couldn’t do anything without having him criticize me.“When are you getting the girl back?” He swirled the content of his glass around. That was my drink he was playing with.“What girl?” I pretended not to know what he was talking about. We’d had this discussion too many times and I was honestly sick of it.“Are you trying to play pretend right now?” He sneered. “Felicity called. She has even more powers now. Don’t you think this is something that can benefit our pack?”“What do you want from me?” His nagging gave me a headache – no, I had a headache
*CAHIR*“Sooo –“ Aristo drawled as I tapped away on my computer. “I can tell you can’t even see what you’re typing.” I swiped the computer off the desk with red eyes. My Beta caught it before it hit the ground. “What’s up with you, man?” He asked, setting the computer back on the table. I glared at it as if it was the source of all my problems.“She’s pregnant,” I blurted out.“Yeah, I kind of figured that out myself but it doesn’t explain why you have been cranky the past week. What’s wrong with her being pregnant?” My beta asked.What’s wrong with her being pregnant, you ask? For one, the child was slowly draining her life force. Secondly, what good could a child with my blood bring? Thirdly, she was not speaking to me because of said child.My mate and I had been together for a little over three months now. We just started building our relationship. Things finally started going well and for the first time in my life, I loved someone.It is possible I may have loved my parents, that
It wasn’t unexpected, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. My mate started to pull away from me. Bit by bit, things were changing and there was no way to stop it. I went to the hospital alone to check on the baby and I came back with tears in my eyes. Why did I have to do it alone? He asked, oh, yes he asked. He asked how the appointment went, what the doctor said, how I’d gotten pregnant despite the birth control. He asked. He showed interest but it felt forced. There was no tangible reason why he could not go with me yet he refused. “Don’t think the worst, Sia,” I muttered to myself when I felt tears gather in my eyes again. The pregnancy was already tough enough, did I have to add a mate that didn’t care about the baby? That’s exactly what it was. When I fell sick, Cahir was there to comfort me, to hold my hair when I threw up, pat my back and wipe my tears. He’d always ask how I felt but there was barely any word about the baby. The bun in the oven was just four weeks and the
That night, sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned in bed, yawning and rubbing my eyes but I still couldn’t sleep. I counted sheep, blinked my eyes many times but it was already past midnight yet no sleep. My body was tired but my mind refused to shut down. I was reaching for my phone to pass time when the door creaked open and my mate came in. He paused when he saw me stretching my hand to the bedside table. “You’re awake,” he muttered in surprise. “And you’re here,” I answered without a shred of warmth in my tone. “Did you stay up to wait for me?” He asked as he walked towards the bed. I cut him a sharp glare as he got closer. “Why would I?” I knew that he got home late at night and most times he left before I woke up but after the first night of trying and failing to stay up to wait for him, I no longer bothered myself to wait. It was clear that he was avoiding me.“Why are you still awake then?” He asked. “Couldn’t sleep?” A tinge of concern warmed his tone. “Do you care?” I f
“I am not a good man – you know I deal with bloodlust. Do you think I can be a father?” He questioned me. “Do you want to be a good father?” I shot back. “And don’t lie thinking it’s what I want to hear.” “There’s no reason for me to lie,” he deadpanned. “I never wanted kids because I didn’t want to leave anything of me behind but then you got pregnant and I’ve been thinking. Yes, I want to be a good father. Your baby deserves a good father.” I pursed my lips. “This isn’t about me, Cahir. It’s OUR baby, not just mine. Yes, my baby deserves a good father but do you want to be a good father for them?” I almost snapped but I held myself. My emotions were all over the place but there were too many words that I wanted to get out and I didn’t want to risk losing my cool and ending this conversation with an argument. “I – Yeah,” he said but there was little conviction in his tone. “You know, I’ve been thinking and that’s why I’m still up by this time,” I confessed. “My father lost his
*CAHIR* My mouth was dry while we drove to the hospital with my mate sitting beside me. She said nothing, silent beside me. Many thoughts went through my head but none of them stayed long enough for me to hold on to. “This is ridiculous,” I cussed in the silent car. “What?” My mate’s gaze cut to me almost in an instant. “Nothing.” The words slipped from my lips and when she frowned, I knew it wasn’t the right thing to say. “I’m nervous for no reason,” I blurted out, focusing on the road. “Oh,” she muttered. “What can I do to help?” Her sweet voice made me smile. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll be fine.” I’d be fine if I could silence the voices in my head. I’d never felt this way before and I couldn’t understand it. The voices in my head were urging me to react in a familiar way. To lash out at something, at someone, but I wouldn’t be Cahir Armani if I let the feral voices in my head control me. As I strengthened my mental fortitude against my inner demons, I felt a daint
My ringing phone pulled me from the dream world. These days, I slept like a log throughout the night and sometimes into the afternoon. Most of the time, I woke up to Laura shaking me awake to eat breakfast. Sleeping was a welcome symptom after my loss of appetite and fire stunt. “Hello?” My voice came out thick and tired as I clutched the phone upside down. “Sihana,” a voice breathed from the other end of the phone. It was enough to wash away every lingering bit of sleep from my eye. “How are you?” The voice shook to my amazement. “What do you want from me?” I growled into the receiver, turning the phone the right way. “Why are you calling me?” I demanded, irritation washing over me. No matter how much time had passed, the effect of this voice was the same. Anger, hatred, and irritation washed over me at the same time. “I – I just –“ He stuttered and then he sighed, “Is it wrong to call you now?” He had the audacity to ask such a question. “Kade,” I growled, pushing out of bed.