Present. Nala. I slowly opened my eyes, taking iny surrounding coming back to reality. Clearly still in an airplane. “Alpha?” The male’s voice wasn’t hesitant in the least. “What?” A snarl was on Salvatore’s lips. “The bearing one?” The bearing one. The doctor couldn't even say my name. I was basically being referred to as the incubator. Nice. Salvatore returned his attention to me “Have you been seen by a Doctor?” “Of course.” As if i would endanger my child, i was six months pregnant now. “One that specializes in werewolves?” I snapped my jaw shut, refusing to answer the question. “I thought not.” Salvatore gestured towards Dr Martin. “He will attend to you since your examinations have been lacking.” I had no response to that autocratic statement and instead met the doctor’s gaze. “I’m ready whenever you are.” Despite the circumstances, i was looking forward to being examined by a werewolf physician. I knew mixed pregnancies were different than traditional humans, but
Nala. As soon as the plane touched down and we slowly got off the plane I could sense all the stares but most importantly fear leaked everywhere. I cupped the roundness of my pregnant belly as if my hand could protect the child within from the barely suppressed violence surrounding me. I didn’t need a werewolf within me to sense the low growls that trailed me through the Liakos pack house. No, they weren’t audible, but even in the short time i was with Salvatore i could now recognize the subtle vibrations of a werewolf’s chest.They couldn’t hate me more than I hated myself. I had tried to protect my son. Tried and failed. And now i was back where i had started. A lamb thrown to the wolves.I padded past the guard stationed by the front door, ignoring the way his bright yellow eyes followed my every move and the sneer that graced his lips.He didn’t want me there? I didn’t want to be there. We were even. I slipped into one of my favorite rooms in the house, the large and open space
Six months agoNala. I knew something was wrong, It had been wrong all week long. At first I thought it was because I still couldn't come into terms with the fact that Salvatore hadn’t come home for weeks. But then it got worse. I couldn’t keep anything down and had this weird cravings. I sat in the bathroom my hands trembling, my whole body was shaking and my palms sweating profusely as I held on to the pregnancy test. I have had my suspicions for the past few days that Maybe I was pregnant but, I had tried to ignore it, hoping it will all go away like it was a bad dream. The last thing I needed was to be pregnant. I had no relationship with Salvatore despite the fact that we had been living together for two months. We were like strangers, he would sometimes come to my room drank and in the morning he was always gone. I know my father had said my duty was to give Salvatore a heir, but I didn’t want to have a child with a man who barely looked at me, Atleast not yet. I didn’t even
Nala. "And here I thought I will never get to see you again." the man said still standing in the doorway. "Jordan, she said."i said looking up at him meeting his gaze. "Yes, Jordan Craig." he said licking his lips. "you are the last person I expected to see here today." i said honestly wondering what was his deal. "what's your deal anyway, or are you stalking me Mr Jordan Craig?" i teased with a big smile on my face. Something about him gave me fire and lut me up, unlike Salvatore I wasn’t scared of being around at him. He brought out a childish flirtatious side of me I didn't even know existed. " And what if I am?" he asked now standing up straight his hands in his pockets as he walked towards me. "stalking you I mean.""Well in that case you should know am a married woman, and my husband wouldn't like that at all." i said showing him the huge diamond ring on my finger, and there was a huge grin on his face, "But you already know that, don't you?" i added remembering what Caro
Nala. The cool ocean air ruffled my hair and I grasped a few errant strands of my hair to tuck them behind my ear. I had taken refuge on the back veranda, Salvatore and the pack were still relaxing inside. The house was filled with wolves on both two feet and four and as a full human, i felt decidedly out of place. The baby stretched and pressed against my stomach, snaring my attention. I placed my palm over a small bulge he caused. I wasn’t sure if it was a foot or hand. It was simply my child.“I’m here for you, sweet pup,” i whispered, thankful for the bursts of wind that would wash away my words. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”At least not while I’m alive, I added silently. I was not sure why i tried to hide my thoughts from the child since he sensed them anyway and squirmed inside me. “Shhh… Give me a break, sweetheart.”The scuffle of feet on the flagstone announced someone’s approach. No, not someone Salvatore, I thought to myself a little irritated. It was
Nala. “Can I check you now?”Already, my son calmed and i nodded. He approached slowly, steps measured and careful, and he gently sat his bag on the ground before dropping to his knees.“I’m Dr. Perrin Liakos.”“Salvatore’s brother,” i murmured.He nodded. “His brother and also the highest ranking pack doctor.” He flicked open his bag and pulled out a stethoscope. “Mind if I take a listen?”I shook my head. Why deny him? I wanted my son to be healthy and i needed to accept that for now, i had no control over my situation. I carefully reached for the bottom hem of my shirt to bare my belly to have a snarl freeze me in place. That was followed by one from the doctor and he quickly rose and spun toward the source of the sound. Salvatore. Who else?“You will not expose me to everyone,” he snarled at Perrin before turning to me.“You will not expose yourself.” Perrin’s voice was calm but firm. “And you will not speak like that to my patient. If you want the mother and child to live, you w
Nala. By unspoken agreement, Salvatore and I tried to do things together following his brother's instructions to keep me and our son safe. We had breakfast every morning, and Salvatore would murmur something to me before dropping to his knees and saying something to my belly. The first time he had done so, it had been a little awkward and stilted, but I had given him permission and accepted his touch. Now it had become common place for him to press his ear to my stomach, hands on the roundness as he growled and “spoke” to our son. We still refrained from conversing more than necessary, but we weren’t together because we were in a relationship, it was for our son.I simply had to remind my heart of that daily.Such as when he took me for walks through the expansive gardens or when he paced at my side while we toured some of the small shops and prepared the nursery. Those were the most difficult times, when i would stare at an adorable blanket or an even cuter stuffed animal and know
Nala. This was a place i savored but didn’t want to return to. There was no joy or answers to be found there.Swallowing hard and clearing my throat, i shuffled away and grasped the roughhewn stone cliff face. I reached for my ankle, raising my leg at the same time, and realized it so wasn’t happening. I tried again, straightening and then bending downward in an attempt to grab my ankle, and yet again was unsuccessful. A little chuckle came from my left and i shot him a glare before trying the third time.“Nala, there is a reason I placed the shoes on your feet.” He strolled forward and lowered himself, reaching for my ankle and carefully cradling my foot. “Because it means that I can remove them from you.”And wasn’t that more than a little suggestive?“You don’t want to take anything off me. You hate me,”I blurted out the words before i could think better of them. It was the truth whether i wanted to say the words aloud or not.Salvatore didn’t say anything, merely continued unbuck