All Chapters of The Accidental Werewolf: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Edric's POV The moment I switch on my cellphone it starts pinging. It’s not unusual after my phone’s been off for a while, but there are a lot more messages than I would normally get. I start to scroll through the texts, most of them inconsequencial, while keeping an eye on Jessica. She’s out of her depth, but enjoying the whole experience so far. She keeps looking around her with lively curiosity, and on our plane ride here, I encouraged her to ask all her questions – it helped to pass the time and occupy my thoughts. I haven’t been able to reach anyone since yesterday, and I’m worried sick about Maya. My fears don’t ease up when I read the last few texts from Stephen. “Where are you?” I frown and scroll down my message. "Answer your phone, dammit." And then. “I’m taking Maya to the clinic. She’s unwell. I suggest you get on a plane.” I stare at the message for a while, trying to process what I'm reading. The whole pregnancy has been rough on her, and it might be nothing, but then

“Are you ready to take a little ride?” Edric asks while pushing a wheelchair into the room. He left an hour ago to take a shower and check in on Deimos while the Omegas cleaned me up and changed me. “I can walk,” I say in reply. “No, come on, you went through a lot, and I bet walking will be difficult right now.” He’s not wrong. I am shaky and weak, and it feels like a horse kicked me square between the legs. “Fine,” I concede, too tired to argue. Edric helps me off the bed and into the wheelchair. I wince as my butt touches the seat. “Deimos is doing well,” he says. “Cedric tells me his two bottom teeth finally broke through, and he’s a happy baby again.” “Thank you,” I say, feeling a twinge of intense longing for my older son. “Can you bring him down when we’re done? I want to see him.” “Not just yet, sweetheart, you need to rest.” “But--” “He’s not the one you should worry about right now. He’s healthy. He’s happy, and you stored enough milk to keep him well fed for at least

Edric’s POV As per usual, I want to rip Abbadon’s head off his shoulders, but there’s an uneasy kind of friendship based on our mutual suffering growing between us. It’s very unsettling, but at the same time comforting to know there’s at least one other person who understands what it feels like to be Maya’s mate. “You should know she can’t remember you,” I whisper. “I gathered. Why did she do it?” “Our best guess? She didn’t know how to go on, so she just wiped the last five and a half years from her memory.” “Shit,” Abbadon mutters. “That has to be difficult for you.” “Yeah,” I say, not sure if he really cares. “We’re trying to…reconnect, but it’s not going well. There’s this…chasm between us that I just can’t bridge, and I’m terrified that I’ll never get her back.” What am I doing? Why am I telling this vampire of all people my biggest fear? Because he understands, it’s as simple as that. “You’ll get her back. It’s just bad timing. When the little guy is better, and she recove

Edric's POV Despite Maya’s fears, nothing happens and she gets a good eight hours’ sleep before Winston comes to wake us. He also looks like he's had some sleep. “I’m really sorry, but Jessica is dead on her feet and needs a break.” “That’s okay,” Maya says and sits upright stretching her arms out and nearly hitting me in the face. “I’m up.” “Shower and eat first,” I say as I fall out of the bed, unable to feel my legs. I lay awkwardly all night, and have cut off the blood supply to half my body. “I’ll go up and get you some clean clothes.” I give Maya a quick peck on the cheek and leave, shaking my legs one at a time as I walk out of the clinic, trying to re-establish the blood flow. As per usual, no one stops me on the way back to my apartment. The Omegas cower and turn away as I pass them. I really need to figure out a way to make them less fearful. Exhausted and aching all over, I push open the front door to my apartment, only to be met with a furious Cedric. “Why didn’t you

Edric's POV “What’s this?” Maya asks, and picks up the envelope on the dresser. “Oh,” I say and take the letter from her. “Something I found in my closet back ho— at Mountain Fire.” “Who wrote it?” “I think my mother.” “You think? You haven’t read it?” I shake my head. I expect her to push me into reading it, or else to ask at least two million questions, but she does neither. She yawns and kneels in front of the carseat to take Warwick out while I put Deimos down for his nap. “You should get some rest,” I say. “I’m fine. You’re the one who looks like he’s about to collapse.” “Yeah.” I sigh and sit on the edge of the bed, just watching as Maya put Warwick down in the crib next to Deimos’s. It’s a good thing that we have a huge bedroom, but I hope we can at least move Deimos out soon, because things are getting a little cramped in here. “I put a breathing monitor under Warwick’s mattress.” “Oh. Okay. I’ve been worried about that.” “I know.” I overheard her asking Wilson how of