“Eat,”
“she pi purred. “Our mate feeds us. He cares.”
I hated that I didn’t have the strength to tell her to shut the hell up.
I sat slowly and warily. My eyes never left his.
Then I pounced… I ripped into the meat pie like a possessed woman. The first bite nearly undid me. The crust crumbled between my fingers, buttery and warm, while the meat inside was tender and drippine with onto my tongue, thick with spices and memory.
A moan escaped me before I could stop it.
I didn’t look up. I couldn’t bear to see the satisfaction that would undoubtedly be spread across his face.
I tore through the rest like I hadn’t eaten in days-which, technically, I hadn’t. Not properly. Not since I found out I was pregnant.
Then I grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a long, greedy gulp.
The tea was ice-cold perfection. The lavender hit first. It was soft and floral. And then the honey, rich and smooth. It slid down my throat and cooled my insides like spring rain.
My senses were reeling. The pain in my head dulled. The ache in my limbs eased just a little.
I drained the last of the tea, letting the cold sweetness chase away the sour taste of anxiety clinging to my tongue.
For a moment, the world felt still and even safer. The roaring hunger inside me quieted. I leaned back, letting the soft hum of the drink settle in my veins.
But then-
A strange warmth began to spread beneath my skin. It wasn’t comfort or relief.
It was something else.
My stomach lurched in a way that made me blink twice. My throat felt too dry, and my head suddenly light. 1 frowned.
I guess that’s what I get for eating too fast like I stole the food. Besides, I hadn’t eaten lik wasn’t used to food.
But the dizziness didn’t go away. It worsened.
The room began to shift subtly. The edges of the table blurred. that in days. My body
Kester was still standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, with an unreadable expression.
“Something wrong, baby?” he asked ever so calmly.
“UlNo. I guess I ate too fast.” I replied, brushing it off and moving on to the question I’ve wanted to ask him for some days now. I sincerely needed to hear what he had to say about what Melissa had told me. Maybe it would heal up some wounds he had unknowingly carved in my heart.
“Kester…” Icalled, swallowing the strange taste rising in my throat. “What happened to your therapist?”
He didn’t flinch.
“Eleven years ago,” I continued in a shaky voice, “Did you threaten her to leave the country?”
He tilted his head. There was no flicker of guilt or hesitation in his eyes. Just pure honesty.
“I didn’t threaten her, Mine,” he said simply.
A flood of relief rushed through me. It meant a lot hearing that from him. Not that it made him any less of the monster I should be afraid of, but… At least
“She left, didn’t she?” I whispered, almost letting out a sruge and a sigh of relief.
“No,” he said in a low, cold, detached voice. “I killed her.”
Time stopped.
I stared at him, waiting for the rest of the sentence. Waiting for the laugh and then the “just kidding” that would follow.
I waited for the denial. But it never came.
“Kester…” I choked out. “You… You what?” I asked, but he didn’t respond. He just stood with his arms still folded, his eyes dead. But before I could speak further, the world tilted violently.
My knees buckled, and I stumbled backward. My spine hit the edge of the mattress, and I collapsed onto the bed like a puppet with its strings sliced clean through
“What-“I tried to sit up, but my arms wouldn’t obey. “What did you do…” I whispered, barely able to form the words.
His face appeared above me, “Don’t fight it, baby. It’s time to take you home.”
And then, it all went blank.
KESTER.
The drive home was a bit boring and nerve-wracking, with a cocktail of tension and barely contained lust and desire.
Every few seconds, my gaze flicked up to the rearview mirror, where my m?te lay so peacefully asleep across the backseat while putting on that skimpy short – the kind I’ve always told her not to wear that exposes way too much skin – I almost lost my shit.
Fuck. She’s been like this for Jake to see? Haven’t I warned her before now? Fuck. She’s always so stubborn to the bone.
And why the fuck was she even wearing something I didn’t buy for her? The last time I checked, I had gradually changed her wardrobe until she had none of her old clothes. She only had brand new clothes, which I either bought for her myself or went with her to buy.
A low growl built in my throat, and I forced it down, biting the inside of my cheek. I felt like ripping off the clothes from her body.
Zeth, the clueless fucker, had been struggling to take control. He wants nothing but to claim our mate immediately and put our mark on her.
“Mine,” he snarled. Over and over.
I gritted my teeth, locking him down with every ounce of willpower had left.
I had to keep him in check. I wouldn’t want to do anything else that would upset Mine. She’s already upset enough.
She didn’t need a possessive, snapping Alpha right now. She needed someone grounded who could think straight for both of us.
But hell, even I was unraveling.
I was worried at first, sincerely, about her transition. Only a few female wolves successfully transitioned while pregnant. The rest lose their pregnancies in the process.
Thankfully, our baby was still intact.
Our baby…
Those words hit differently. Felt satisfying. Sacred. Real. Unbelievable.
I’m going to have a child with the woman I’ve loved for nearly all my life. The one I dreamt of holding. Protecting. Growing old beside.
Fuck. How do I contain this excitement?
A lump swelled in my throat. I couldn’t breathe right. Couldn’t even process the way that simple truth made my entire body hum with pride and raw satisfaction.
She shifted in her sleep, and the hem of those fucking shorts lifted just enough to reveal more of her thighs. My jaw tensed. I had to look away, forcing my eyes back on the road before I lost control and veered off the damn highway.
She was too beautiful.
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