I blinked at him. My heart felt like it just cracked in two.
“Is that all you care about?” My voice broke. “You ruin me, and the only thing you give a fuck about is if your little plan worked?”
He didn’t answer. His expression was totally unreadable.
I shook my head, bile creeping up my throat. “You’re sick.”
“You’re pregnant?” He asked again, as if he hadn’t heard all I just said.
I swallowed hard and looked away, too disgusted to respond. My silence must’ve said enough.
“Mine…” He stepped closer, but I pulled back.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even breathe in my direction,” I spat, shaking my head. “You don’t get to call me Mine anymore. Not after this.”
I turned to walk away with my heart racing, but his hand shot out and gripped my wrist, “Are you carrying my child, Kasmine?” His voice was lower now. That mask of concern was gone. His real voice was showing now. The one that scared me. The one that reininded me he always got what he wanted, no matter what… I yanked, but he didn’t let go.
“Answer me.”
I looked him dead in the eye. “Yes. I’m pregnant,” I whispered. “And I’m getting rid of it.”
That made something shift in his face. His eyes instantly darkened, lips pressing into a hard line. That calm mask cracked, and underneath it, I saw the real Kester.
His grip on my wrist tightened just enough to make my skin pulse, “You will do no such thing,” he said in a tone as cold as ice. “You think you get to make that choice?”
I ripped my wrist from his grasp, glaring at him, “I don’t think, Kester. I know. It’s my body. My life. You lost the right to have a say the moment you used me like some fucking incubator!”
“Fuck, Kasmine. How else did you think I’d keep your stubborn ass glued to me no matter what?” He asked, both his hands sliding into his pockets.
God, that smug look on his face.
“I’ll go as far away from you as possible, Kes. You’ll never find me.” I threatened.
“How far can you go with the Blood Claim, baby?” He asked with a satisfied smirk playing on his face. And I froze.
“You will break the Blood Claim and let me go!” I counted my words through gritted teeth, and I swear the look in his eyes gave me that answer I didn’t need
He wasn’t going to do it. Not a chance in hell.
I was tied to this monster in more ways than one. I couldn’t even tell where his manipulation ended, and my reality began anymore.
“You are a sick monster. I hate you, Kester!” I yelled into his face.
He didn’t move. He just stood there staring at me. Cold and detached. With a smirk playing across his lips.
And that’s what terrified me the most.
He didn’t follow me as I turned and ran off into the night with tears blurring my vision.
KESTER
I couldn’t fucking believe it.
I was going to be a father.
That one sliver of light amidst all this mess and chaos. This was the one thing that made it all worth it. The one thing that made sense… I had known Kasmine would be mad at me when I took the decision upon myself. But I had to be selfish to get what I wanted. Because Kasmine was way too stubborn and too blinded by what she thought was right. So I did what I had to do.
If I had waited for her approval, we’d still be walking in circles, playing this game of almosts and maybes. And I couldn’t afford that.
And, fuck, the pregnancy came just at the right time. At one point, I was scared, thinking it wouldn’t happen just yet.
And the moment she threatened to leave me the moment I got June engaged, I almost lost my fucking mind. I wanted to rip the whole damn world apart if it meant keeping her.
So I prayed.
I fucking prayed-to whoever the hell was listening – Selene, the goddess? Draegor, the god of hell? Or the overall God who resides in heaven?
I didn’t care. I just begged.
And someone heard me.
It was like a miracle. Like fate stepped in and said, “Hey! Here’s your chance. Don’t fuck it up.”
And I won’t. I swear, I won’t.
I decided to give her some space to think and reflect on all she told me that night and to see that this wasn’t the end… It was just the beginning of something so new and beautiful. Even though I made sure to station guards around Claire’s house to ensure she didn’t do anything stupid.
I called Claire and told he that she had some days off work, but I didn’t give her a reason. My actual reason was that I needed her to stay with Kasmine uninterrupted.
It was just two more days before her birthday, and I was already going crazy, thinking of the best gift for her. At first, it was just about her. But now? When we had little Kasmine or little Kester growing inside her… Or probably both… I would like to gift her something even better. Something that would cover for the baby, also.
I shared the good news with Norlan. The idiot practically screamed. He was going to be an uncle, and once, something felt good.
I rushed down the staircase, slipping on my dark shades as headed for the front door. I had a contract signing in less than an hour with Alpha Mellors for the East Wing project, and I couldn’t afford to be late.
But then, I heard voices coming from the mini wine bar.
“I don’t care one bit about you, young lady, but you can’t turn my house into a drinking booth!” I heard Jorja say.
I was tempted to ignore the chaos. But curiosity got the better of me. The little drama unfolding here caught my attention for a second. I decided to go check it out.
The sight that met me added icing to my cake of triumph.
Karina sat, holding her favorite unlabelled wine bottle and drinking away so early in the morning. So much for one who is dying to be an Alpha.
I almost laughed.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Karina slurred, barely lifting her head to look at Jorja.
“You should be ashamed. Bringing shame to our family and reputation? A family and reputation the rest of us have spent time building?”, Jorja snatched the bottle from Karina’s hand, and it took all the self-control in me not to intervene on Karina’s behalf.
I didn’t want anything interrupting her fun.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, coming to tell me about being ashamed?” Karina asked, eyes half closed.
“You were brought in here, wasted last night by the same people you claim to want to rule. How pathetic?” Jorja kept delivering her punch in her usual gracious manner, but Karina was too far spent to match up with her energy. “When did you say you were leaving again?”
“Mum?” I called, stepping in, “Hand the bottle back to her
Jorja looked at me like I had said something abominable, “What?”
“Just hand it over to her. She isn’t worth all the energy,” I added and turned to walk away. I had to make another stop at my supplier’s place. Karina’s wine was almost out.
Jorja ran after me, “Kester? What is going on with your sister? She now lives with Claire?” I heard the displeasure in her voice. “Her transition day is in two days, and she thinks she can just waltz in here on that day and the ceremony would be waiting for her to walk into?”
I sighed, playing the part of the tired peacekeeper. “Jorja… you don’t have to be like this. She’s clearly dealing with some personal stuff. We can still prepare the ceremony for her, can’t we?”
“You always make excuses for her. That’s why she never takes responsibility-because she knows you’ll protect her from anything I say. You spoilt her, Kes.” She said with an eye roll, folding her arms across her chest.
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