Chapter 4

I stare at the beautiful woman in front of me, her big blue eyes that unnerve my soul, with her heart shaped mouth. I still can not believe that my one night stand in San Francisco is my mate, and apparantly, the mother of my child.

"You are pregnant." I repeat, the words settling in.

"Yes." She says, her voice a bit shaken, and I realize that she is terrified.

"Fuck." I say, getting up, letting reality wash over me -- a child won't be bad, but I expected to raise my child away from the chaos of our world, and now, I have to make a decision.

"Do you want to keep the baby?" I ask softly and she looks at me with wide and angry eyes.

"I am going to keep my baby, she is mine, and you can fuck off for thinking I would ever hurt her."

I say nothing, just marvel at her protectiveness and choice of pronoun.

"I am just asking what you want to do, and I will abide by your decisions, no matter what." I bite my lips as I say that.

She looks at me, and the ghost of a smile flitters across her beautiful face.

"So, if I chose to abort the baby?" She says, but winces as the words leaves her mouth.

I grit my teeth, but speak "I will try to convince you otherwise, but if you insist, I would do nothing, but you will be dead to me."

She gasps, the smiles sweetly at my words.

"So, Rose, what do you want to do?" I ask, leaning back, giving her all the space she needs.

"I will like to keep my baby." She says softly, but with a glint in her eyes.

"Glad we are on the same page." I smile, I am going to be a Father.

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"You want to do Twenty Questions?" She says, looking confused, but I nod.

I am the Lycan King, and this is what I have bene reduced to - Twenty Questions, for the mother of my children.

"Uhm, okay." She laughs, coating her toast in honey.

"What is you favorite memory?" I start, leanin back, watching her eat, because this is slowly becoming mine.

"Ah," She laughs.

"That woud be with my Parents. I was eight years old, and wanted this type of Ice cream, but the shop was closed down due to the Weather, and I couldn't get it anywhere else. I cried a bit, till Dad had a solution, Mom was going to make my Ice Cream and a Cake, we were going to watch her make magic."

"It was one of my favorite memories, playing with flour, dancing with them, helping Mom, Dad singing, and eating it."

I smile at her and say "Tell me about your Mom and Dad."

"Mom is a music teacher, and Dad is a Dentist at the Hospital. They are amazing for and with each other." She says, then sighs, remembering that they weren't her real parents.

"Ask me anything." I say, hoping to distract her from those thoughts.

"Tell me about your Parents." She says, and I bite my lips, not that question.

"They are good. Another question?"

She gives me a look, but thankfully asks "How is it being a Lycan King, tell me everything it entails."

I stare at her, smiling when she takes another slice of bread.

"Being a Lycan King used to sort of Hereditary until my Father changed it, now leadership is by power, might, influence and creativity. I tick all the boxes. I became the King when I was twenty-four, that's over ten years ago."

"It is not easy ruling a bunch of feral beasts, but we have all reached an equilibruim, a balance, and the peace has been maintained. When I get old, or whenever I chose to retire, chosen men and women will fight for the crown."

"Wow." She says, placing her hands on her stomach, making my heartstrng tug, I will love this baby, give it everything I wasn't given.

"What is your favorite colour?" I say, trying to feel less heavy with emotions.

"I'll say beige and pink, What's yours?" She smiles.

"Blue." I say, instantly, and she smiles, oblious to how captivating the blue of her eyes is.

"How does it feel being the Alpha's long lost daughter?" I ask, walking into deep waters.

She sighs and speaks "It is a bit unexpected, and the hatred I have been getting from people is next to none, I have never been hated for just existing, but here, every step I take, every word I speak is hated."

"What do you mean by hated?" I cut her off in confusion and anger, I will kill everyone who makes her feel hated.

"Come on, a stranger comes to the Pack, with no knowledge of Werewolves and claims to be loved Alpha's daughter, of course they hate me, I am not one of you, I do not belong."

I say nothing, letting her contine.

"Thre's also the fact of Scarlette, and her mother, Melissa, who is supposedly my mother. Everyone loves them, and naturally hate me."

"What does Lucien says about it?" I ask, scheming in my head.

"What can he say, Melissa has been his wife almost thirty years and Scarlette, his daughter for twenty eight, his loyalty lies with them. I actually prefer River and Viola, she is nice, and beautiful."

I smile, knowing fully well Viola is not just nice and beautiful, at least not to Lucien, she's more.

"Anyway, I do not have to see them again, I go home tommorow morning, I will miss Bree though, she has been a good friend, but I need to see my bestfriend - Jane."

Unable to help it, I get up and say "You are not going to San Francisco, you are having my baby, you are my mate, you are mine in every way that count."