“Come on, Azura. Let’s go home,” he coaxes gently.
“I don’t want to go home; I have things to do,” I growl.
“Dad won’t let this slide. Don’t worry; no one will get away with this,” he says clearly. I’m about to pull free from his hold, but the look of concern in his soft blue eyes makes me close mine and nod in agreement.
“It’s no big deal. This bunch of wrinkles will never change. Don’t tell Liam,” I say quietly, not wanting to cause him more work. They are already concerned over my mark and rejection. He nods hesitantly, and I give him a small smile. “I’m just going out of the town for a bit. I promise.”
Renji, the sweetest angel of the quintuplets. I know if it was anyone else, I wouldn’t have listened. He believes me and nods.
Don’t let them get to you, one of the two passersby says through the link.
I never do.
I get back on the bike as the woman gives me a warm smile, and I flash her a grin. I cast a deathly glare at the old, wrinkled vaginas before feeling super nauseous. Revving the engine, I suddenly freeze. For the last week or so, I have been feeling like this. As a werewolf, I should have healed from any cold by now…
My heart thunders as I quickly ride out of the pack territory. A sudden and terrifying thought occurs to me, and the fear of the possibility of it envelops me. Please, no.
Thirty minutes later, I am in a public stall at the drugstore. I hold a stick in one hand, my eyes shut as I count the seconds before taking a deep breath and looking at it. My stomach sinks when I see the two clear lines that stain the test.
I am pregnant.
My Decision
Azura
Pregnant. I slide to the floor against the stall wall, not caring about the germs that probably fill this place, and stare unblinkingly at the stick, my mind blank.
Pregnant.
With his child.
“I’m fine,” I say, taking a shuddering breath.
I am not fine.
I’m pregnant. I’m only nineteen, and I’m pregnant.
Pregnant with the child of someone who wants nothing to do with me.
I know I will have to tell my parents, but the thought makes my stomach sink. The hurt in Dad’s eyes when I told him I had been rejected… I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle telling them I am pregnant, too. What do I do?
My mind is reeling, and the pain in my chest is becoming suffocating. As much as I want to crush Leo for what he has done, I can’t, not without making this hard for Alejandro. I can’t do that to them. I’ve already caused problems for everyone without meaning to.
There was a time I dreamt of a love like my parents, but who am I kidding? My mate ripped that from me when he marked me, only to reject me. A true mate’s mark… it can only beremoved if he marks another or if he dies and someone else marks me… but unless that happens, I am stuck with this. I clutch my neck, letting my nails dig into it as I slowly look down at my stomach. I drop the stick, placing my hand over it.
It is not this baby’s fault… it is not at fault…
I was meant to have died before I was born… there is no chance on earth that I would do anything to this baby. I close my eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths.
I’m fine.
I guess it is time to tell Mama and Dad about the pregnancy. I just hope they don’t try to push for a name. Standing up, I gather the rubbish, binning the pregnancy test before I wash my hands and leave the washroom. Time to tell them and get this over with.
Night has fallen, and I am sitting in the lounge with Mama and Dad. I am curled up between them. Mama has her head resting on my shoulder whilst Dad is running his fingers through Mama’s hair. His head is resting on top of mine. We are watching a movie, and although I have a lot of chances to drop the bomb, I am unable to tell them.
“What’s wrong, baby? You’re really quiet,” Mama asks, lifting her head and looking at me with concern in her gorgeous sage-green eyes.
“I’m fine.”
“Is this about the run-in with Olson earlier?” Dad asks. So they know about my run-in with that old penis.
“You heard about that? Were you just going to pretend it never happened?” I ask, feeling upset for no reason. Are they going to just walk around on eggshells now because I have been rejected?
“It’s not like that. Liam will deal with him. Gemma Kingstontold us what happened. Rest assured, they will be questioned about it and dealt with. There is no tolerance in these packs for that behaviour,” Dad’s icy reply comes. It is obvious he is pretty pissed.
I get up from the sofa, running my fingers through my hair, only for it to fall back in my face again.
“I don’t need anyone to be dealt with. I just want to be left alone! I can handle my battles,” I say, feeling frustrated. I can feel my emotions rising, knowing I’m going to lose it soon.
“Azura, this isn’t just about you, it’s about everything, and their attitude is not right. What’s wrong, baby? Tell me,” Mama asks, coming over to me as she places her hands on my arms. She is a lot shorter than me, and I am wearing heels whilst she is barefooted, making her look even smaller.
Do I tell them? How, when I know they already want to kill him for rejecting me? I don’t want to see that pain in Dad’s eyes again…
“It’s nothing,” I say, trying to pull away, but Mama refuses to let me go.
“Azura. Something is wrong. What is it?” She asks, her eyes flashing silver and her voice holding a quiet warning, a tone that tells me she is not going to back down.
“I said it’s nothing! Leave me alone, for the love of the goddess!” I shout in frustration, my eyes flashing the very same colour as hers. I see the flash of hurt in her eyes, but along with it is the determination that she never lost.
“Now, Azura,” she growls.
“Please,” Liam’s quiet voice comes.
I look up to see him standing with his Bite-Sized Luna by his side. Her long black hair with blue tips is pulled into a high ponytail as she looks at me with concern in her unique eyes. One blue, one green.
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