"Are you sure you're okay?" Miall asked again, holding my face in his hands, and I nodded. "Yes, it was just a little dream scare," I muttered, pulling his hands off my face. "What I'm not okay with is how you slept still inside me," I said as I tied my hair. He smiled sheepishly and ran his fingers through his hair while sliding his other hand underneath his shirt. "Are we still talking about that?" "Well, you're still talking about how I woke up," I shrugged, and he pointed to the bruise on his chest. "Fair point." "But seriously, what were you dreaming of when your elbow had to meet my beautifully crafted chest aggressively?" "Has anyone ever told you how arrogant you are?" "No, just you," his smile was proud. "That's why you're my mate," he clasped his hands together; I'm getting married to a psychopath. "Do I still have a chance to run away?" I joked, and he gave me an incredulous gasp. "You must be out of your mind if you thought you even had a chance," he said, and
"Why is it so hot?"I groaned, pulling off my shirt. Miall looked up and grinned as he propped his head on his hand."Because of you," he said, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "I forgot to open the windows during the day," he said, sitting up."Mh," I hummed as I sat down on the bed, grabbing the lotion."What is that?" He asked, leaning closer to me."What?""Those things on your nails?" He pointed to my hands, and I smiled, raising my hands and flexing my fingers."Oh, I got my nails done as well today. Now I have claws as you do," I smiled brightly. "But mine are artistically done.""Why would you want to have claws?""Because these nails make my fingers look good," I said, and he stared at them before smiling."Then let's test them," he said, grinning almost insanely."How?""On my back," he said, sitting up, and it was hard to ignore the tent in his shorts when it was poking my leg."No," I said, moving back, and he came closer, nodding. "Tomorrow is the function;
"Amanah! We're going to be late if you take longer!" Miall shouted from downstairs, and I groaned, fixing my hair. "They're going there for us anyway. So how can we be late!" I shouted back as I exited the bathroom and made my way downstairs. "Because they have other things to do, and there's a program," he said softly as he bobbed Kye around in his arms. "Everyone wants to know the baby's gender; could they really do it with us? And besides, why would anyone accept an invitation if they don't plan on being there the whole day?" I reasoned as I stood in front of him. "Don't you agree?" I asked, taking his silence as an agreement. I turned my focus on Kye, who was dressed in a cute white milk dungaree. "Uh-hmm, do we really need to go to this party? Can't they just tell us later what the gender of the baby is? Better yet, we can find out when you give birth. Let's just stay here," Miall rushed out, and I stared up at him, confused. "What?" "You look gorgeous, and I don't want
Miall pulled my face closer to his and sucked my bottom lip catching me by surprise. I gasped and giggled, thinking this would be an innocent kiss just to get rid of the gooey sticky centre. However, Miall had other plans. Miall licked my bottom lip softly, grazing my lip with his teeth; once I realised his intentions, I slid my hand between our faces and pushed him away. "That's enough," I laughed, and he pressed another kiss on my temple and stared at me in silence for a second before pressing more kisses all over my face. "Thank you," he pressed his lips on my cheek and pressed them on my nose. "Thank you," he repeated the action, and no matter how much I tried to push him away, he wouldn't budge. "Move," Malakhi said as he pushed between Miall and me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and congratulated me, I could genuinely feel their excitement, and it made me feel loads better. "I'm having a daughter!" He clapped his hands excitedly, and a growl resonated from behind him. "
WARNING: SENSITIVE TOPIC WILL BE DISCUSSED IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE CONTENT, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. "Hmm, you said what?" I turned to face Miall, he was standing in the kitchen with a bowl in his hands filled with cereal...I'm proud to admit that I have influenced his food choice a bit, but sometimes he just goes beyond my expectations."We've been summoned to a council meeting; Drystan's the host," he shrugged, and I snarled, looking away."Well I didn't get an invitation, so I'm not going," I picked up the squishy toy and tried to get Kye's attention with it but he wasn't having it.He drooled over his 'weight' toy that Miall just got him; according to Miall Kye needs to grow stronger so that he can protect his sister...the kid is only 3 months old."Come on, Amanah. You know what he means," Miall probed as he sat down behind me on the couch. He spread his knees so that I was sitting directly between his thighs, his hand moved down to my throat and he t
"I still find it crazy how fast your hair grows," I whispered as I traced my fingers over Miall's beard."I don't like it," he mumbled, and I talked my finger gently on his bottom lip."I think it's hot," I said as I sat up. "Do you want me to help you shave?""Hmm, I don't think I have the time to shave it off," he said wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his head on my lap. "So I'll keep it for some time."I laughed while threading my fingers into his hair. Miall and Orion were similar and different in many ways, but one thing they both love to do was please me, even with the tiniest things."Won't it irritate you?" I asked softly and he raised his head."Don't worry about it, it'll be fine," he pecked my cheek and got up. "I have to go somewhere. Will you be okay alone?""At this time of the night?" I questioned, clutching my dress. "Where are you going?""I just have to go check on the borders and see if my guys are doing alright, I'll be back," he pressed his lips on
Amanah stared at me with her arms crossed over her chest. I looked at her out of the side of my eye and copied her actions. She's been staring hard at me since Malakhi left after his big entrance, which I think was useless, but I guess he had to barge in here and pretend to be concerned when we both know he didn't really care about what happened. I pouted my lips and sat down on my chair, and she tilted her head, clearly offended that I'm choosing not to say anything about Drystan's death. Honestly, I am relieved that whoever killed him helped us immensely, but now I'm stuck trying to find a murderer in my pack, so not good. "So you're not going to say anything?" She finally huffed out, and I looked up at her and shrugged while gathering my documents. "Spit it out," she scolded, and I raised my eyebrow. "Spit what out?""Stop mumbling and talk! Why are you mad?" "I'm not mad," I shook my head, and she pushed her face forward; I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. Her
"So what happens now?" I asked Anin while I stood next to Amanah. She was finally sound asleep despite the pain she was in earlier.Watching her cry worriedly for our baby made me feel useless since there wasn't anything I could do to help ease her pain."Right now, we're going to keep monitoring her and check how far her dilation is; if it doesn't go beyond four centimetres in the next six hours, we might have to do surgery," Anin explained as she pulled the sheet over her, aiding her comfort."Amanah said she doesn't want surgery," I pushed her hair back as I sat down next to her. Her face finally looked relaxed, lately, she seemed to be going through a lot of thinking and that would result in her eyebrows always being pulled close together.Of course, I would prob and ask her what the issue is but she would brush me off and say she's okay, she's just planning for the wedding. I have not tried to listen in on her thoughts because she asked me to stop, and I respect that but sometime