"What the hell?" I said in the darkness.
I checked the clock. Two a.m. What was happening? Another stabbing pain came to my stomach followed by a full ache in my jaw. I sat upright, clutching my side as that stabbing pain hit my stomach again. I was suddenly filled with a feeling of sadness and grief, panic. I peeked my ears, searching for any sign of trouble. I heard cries coming from across the hall, from Lili's room.
"Fuck." I muttered before bolting from my bed.
I tore out of my room and across the hall into hers, my eyes scanning the room for an intruder but saw none. I listened for any foreign sound but heard only her ragged breaths and erratic heartbeat mixed with muffled cries.
She was curled tightly in her covers, tears streaming down her face as she screamed. It was the most agonizing sound I'd ever heard and my heart twisted in my chest at the sound.
"My baby." She whispered.
My eyes widened and I stepped to her bedside. Her arms were clutched around her body protectively. One hand wrapped around her exposed torso, resting on her rib cage, while the other clutched at her lower abdomen. She was wearing only a sports bra and boy shorts and I couldn't help but notice her lean figure. She was too thin.
"No! You lie!" She screamed and her body wrenched tighter into itself.
I reached for her shoulders, shaking her gently and then harder in an attempt to wake her. "Lili, wake up." I reached a hand into her hair, pushing it away from her sweat sheened face as I stroked her cheek. "Lili, wake up. Come on wake up now!" I said louder.
Her ocean blue eyes snapped open, searching the dark wildly before settling on my silhouette in front of her. I stroked her cheek once more before brushing my hand up her arm gently. "Lili, you're ok. It was just a dream."
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight with tears as they fell down the sides of her face. "But it wasn't." She whispered before rolling over, giving her back to me as her body wracked with sobs.
Her hand slipped off of her exposed rib cage only for a moment to grab the cover and I saw a jagged thin black line across her rib cage, just below her left breast. Her staggered breaths had begun to slow and I could sense the panic receding from her.
I chose to act on his threat as if it were real until I could gather more information. First thing that needed to be established was the pack bond. Now I could link with her at any point if need be. I could feel her not only as her Alpha, but as her mate. At least until she severed the bond. I could smell Weston's scent on her when she came to the meeting. I saw how his arms lingered just a moment too long around her. He was moving in on her. I had to move fast if I was going to keep her.
I was already regretting letting that bastard in here. He'd forced my hand. I had to make her believe I didn't want her, and I said the only things I could to make her believe me. I hated hurting her. I hated knowing I was the cause of her pain.
Seeing her in her condition in her nightmare tonight, feeling the pain she'd felt made my mind race intensely. Baby. She kept saying her baby. My eyes widened, remembering her hands clutched around her stomach. My memory recalled the excruciating pain, like I was being cut open.
"Fuck. They'd had a child together. He must still have the baby."
The jagged black line was a tattoo of a heartbeat. It had to be. I ignored the twisting ache in my chest and immediately mind linked Asher, demanding he meet me in my office. I raced there, only half dressed and Asher was waiting on me.
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