I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands then looked at Dylan’s pitch-black eyes. I knew I wasn’t pregnant because I hadn’t missed my period and in fact I was on my period at the moment. Dylan’s black eyes pierced into mine and caused me to gasp. Slowly, I walked backwards trying to get away from Dylan. Tears threatened to fall, and I let them. It hurt beyond belief that Dylan doubted us like that, he was meant to trust us.
I stopped when my back hit a door and wiped my tears away. My wolf wanted me to tell Dylan the truth because she still wanted him. I looked up to face Dylan’s tense body. In front of him, I threw the pregnancy test at him. My anger suddenly got the better of me. He looked surprised before looking at me with anger but before he could say anything I spoke, “How dare you accuse me of being pregnant? Did you ever think that if I had sex with another male you would feel it? Or did you even think about the possibility of me being moody because I’m on my period. You know when I bleed for a week?!”
Dylan looked at me with his eyes back to his normal chocolate colour. They showed guilt, sorrow and love. I turned away from them because I knew that I would get drawn in too easily because of my wolf who wanted nothing more than to forgive Dylan right now. She was making it hard to resist Dylan. I wanted to stay mad at Dylan, but my wolf was making it impossible to do so. I heard Dylan’s sighs and felt the tingles rush through my body. I was suddenly turned to face Dylan. He leant in to kiss me and I didn’t find myself pulling away like I should have done. His warm lips met my longing ones. It was soft and gentle and was his way of telling me how sorry he was. I hated myself for giving in so easily.
I reluctantly pulled away and saw Dylan’s face, he looked defeated and my wolf was angry at me for making Dylan feel like that. Yes, of course it was all my fault. Sometimes I wondered if my wolf was even on my side.
Feeling Dylan’s guilt was slowly breaking my walls. It took every ounce of my energy to walk away and go to our room. I could still feel Dylan’s guilt and now loneliness. My wolf was so angry with me, she tried to take control, but I wouldn’t let her. Sitting on the bed, I remembered how upset I was because Dylan refused to let me help with the pack business, it made me feel useless and that’s one thing I couldn’t stand.
I sighed, knowing the reason for Dylan’s doubts. I knew I was moody, and I wasn’t going to deny that, it didn’t help that I was on my period and that Dylan had pissed me off.
However, he still should have asked me what was wrong and use that brain of his to figure it out. I wouldn’t have sex with any other man apart from my mate; I even saved myself for him.
Suddenly, remembering that Dylan can access my thoughts, I cursed out loud. I blocked my thoughts and rushed to get ready. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Dylan standing near the balcony.
He was standing there nervously, shifting from one foot to the other and I raised my eyebrows at him.
He cleared his throat and said, “I’m sorry Scarlet. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I know that I was wrong. However, I refuse to let you help with that note, that’s where I draw a line.”
I sighed in frustration. My wolf was begging me to forgive Dylan because she could feel that his wolf was in distress. The outcome wasn’t what I wanted but Dylan’s eyes broke my walls. Seeing his sorrow and guilt made me sigh. Staying mad at him seemed impossible, I just couldn’t do it.
Deciding that I would talk to Dylan about the note helping tomorrow, I ran into Dylan’s arms. He caught me with ease and sighed in relief. I snuggled into the warmth and felt my wolf sigh in pleasure. She loved being in Dylan’s arms just as much as I did. With my legs wrapped around Dylan’s torso, he walked us over to the bed where I reluctantly let go and jumped under the covers.
I closed my eyes and realised how tired I actually was. There was a dip in the bed before two arms gabbed my waist and pulled me closer. I turned to face Dylan and snuggled into his chest, loving the feeling of us together.
I could feel that Dylan was going to say something before there was a timid knock at the door. Dylan sat up quickly and growled. I heard a little scream from the other side of the door and recognised who it was. Dylan always thought the worst, honestly.
Slapping Dylan on the arm caused him to immediately shut up. Walking over to the door, with Dylan right behind me, I opened the door and saw Grace standing there with her green eyes staring up at me.
Smiling, I bent down, “Grace, what are you doing here?”
She sniffled and said, “I had bad dream. I wanted you.” I saw tears building up in her eyes. I picked her up and she rested her head on my shoulder. When I turned around, I nearly jumped when I saw Dylan there studying us. I forgot about him. He had a thinking expression on his face, which made me nervous. He raised his eyebrows at me like he was saying, “Who is this?”
“Grace, this is Alpha King Dylan, but you can call him Dylan.” I said to Grace, smiling at her. I saw Dylan’s eyes widen as he liked being called Alpha King, but I quickly sent him a look and he didn’t say anything more.
“Hi, I am Grace.” Grace said to Dylan, her ginger hair now sticking up in all directions. I laughed at her. Dylan looked utterly shocked. Groaning in frustration, I handed Grace to Dylan while I went to find a cot for Grace to sleep in. For some reason both my wolf& I wanted Grace to stay with us.
My search caused me to run into a lady who was frantically looking for Grace. This girl was a troublemaker, she didn’t even tell anyone she was leaving.
Once I told her Grace was with me and safe, the lady let out a huge sigh of relief. I asked her if she knew where I could find a cot. Luckily for me, she had a spare one in the adoption centre.
Even though the lady insisted to get me help, I refused and walked back to my room with the cot in hand.
Imagine my surprise when I heard giggles coming from my room. Smiling to myself, I walked in to find Dylan playing with Grace. My heart warmed at the sight. For me, it was making Dylan harder to resist and my wolf couldn’t help feeling happy at the sight as well.
I set up the cot and Grace finally noticed me. She saw the cot and her eyes brightened in delight. I glanced over at Dylan and saw him smiling. I had to blink a couple of times to ensure that I was seeing things properly. Dylan came over to me and smirked. I decided to let him set up the cot and I rocked Grace to sleep. When the cot was done, Grace was sleeping, and as gently as I could, I placed her in the cot and placed the blanket over her.
I could hear her breathing and it made me seem at peace. I jumped into bed with Dylan behind me and before darkness consumed me, Dylan said, “Oh well, we’ll just have to wait for tomorrow for the mating…….”