BlaireI rushed back to the toilet despite just existing, hunching over the toilet seat to pour my sour guts into the white pit.As I knelt before the toilet seat, the acrid taste of bile stung the back of my throat. The bathroom tiles, once a soothing shade of blue, now seemed like a never-ending sea of cool relief against my feverish skin.I retched as more of nothing flew out of my mouth because, thanks to my frequent urge to vomit, I've had nothing stay in my stomach.I coughed out, nearly choking on the vomit stuck in my throat in my desperate attempts to breathe. My trembling fingers held onto the most I could of the toilet to keep me from falling from the dizziness that brewed.The constant retching had left my stomach empty, and the dry heaves were becoming more painful with each passing moment.Wiping my mouth with the back of my left hand, I drew in a deep breath to cork the urge to vomit—or at least hope it got corked—and pressed the back of my right hand to my forehead. A
London:I had no idea what I was currently feeling as my eyes forcibly remained on the battered bodies folded cruelly to fit into a plastic case.Blinking slowly, I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth, gently running my tongue over my teeth while I fought to comprehend the horrid sight that incinerated every ounce of rationality I had remaining.Reece stood beside me, his expression devoid of emotion. His eyes moved to steal a side glance my way, and after a minute of him watching me, he looked away. I figured he was probably trying to gauge the weight of my reaction and possibly brace himself for it.My teeth slowly ground so hard that I feared my jaw would fall apart. My left eye twitched, and my lips curled into a vicious snarl. With slowed breathing, I could hear the gradual beats of my heart as my mind threaded through the dark part of seething rage."How was this brought here?" My voice, although calm, was misleading.Reece looked up, keeping his hands folded behind him as
Blaire: To say I was shocked and in denial might be the biggest understatement of the century. My heart was frantically racing, and my head was getting dizzy with everything the doctor was saying.This couldn't be.If this was a dream, then I was desperate to wake up anytime because it was nightmarish. I cannot be pregnant. I was too young for that. And for who even? The tall demon that lacked a conscience?Would he even give me a listening ear? Would he even buy the whole pregnancy sh*t? He would think I was making up stories just to gain his sympathy and make me his Luna instead of his maid.Besides, with all I've witnessed so far, he seemed like someone who could tear the growing fetus out of me.The thought almost made me puke, and I didn't realize how long I screamed for, but at the end, I was scared that the doctor might also diagnose a heart attack by the time I was done. My throat was dry and in need of water, and my feelings were overridden by sadness.The doctor had called
London:I walked down the hallway with Chalo following obediently behind me. His silver eyes calmly surveyed the environment, harboring curiosity as to why Cane had brought him to the surface while we searched for the freaking doctor.I needed the doctor to prepare something for me, but he was nowhere to be found. I was seriously considering barging into each and every room until I found him.I would have loved to use a mind link, but it only worked within a certain proximity, which I found annoying. It was one of the particular gifts we werewolves had that I deeply disliked. If I want to talk to you, I let the words fly out. If I don't, I just don't talk to you.I grunted in growing frustration, getting very close to doing something uncalled for that the doctor might regret. The only time I needed him to be useful to me, I couldn't seem to find him.Where in the world was he?I paused, turning to Chalo. If I do not want to use a mind link, I can at least have someone do it for me, ri
Blaire:After two days of being hospitalized, I was back in the quarters with my emotions in disarray. I still wasn't sure how I was going to deal with the whole pregnancy revelation, but one thing that stood out for sure was the nagging fact that I had to speak with London, as he was the father of my babies.Ugh!!!I dragged a hand over my face, staring at myself through the mirror. My body was indeed an old shell of itself. I was growing thinner as the day passed and looked awfully pale. I had dull eyes that had dark circles circling them, and my raven black hair was almost faded. Red blotches sat on my cheeks, with pimples forming on my forehead. I looked worse than horrible.With a resigned sigh, my eyes subconsciously dipped to gaze at my belly. My hands moved with uncertainty to rub my stomach. It was still hard to believe that I had twin babies growing in there, and now that I knew, how was I going to go about my daily routine?It really troubled me because I didn't want anyone
London:The soft click-clack of the keyboard seemed to echo in the room, a constant reminder of the hours I'd spent typing away.I cracked my aching fingers as they felt heavy, blinking at the bright screen in front of me. The blinking cursor glared at me, awaiting my next line of commands. I sighed, wincing a little as my head throbbed.I had been working on this compilation for hours, and I was nowhere near done. I dropped the file in my hand on the bed with a dry click of my tongue.I took my glasses off, rubbing my eyes to ease the pressure growing in them from staring at the laptop's screen for so long. I massaged the bridge of my nose, finally accepting the hint to take a break.I yawned, running my hand through my tousled hair. My back was aching from sitting upright for too long; it craved a lie-me-down. I closed the laptop with a satisfying thud; the screen was now dark, and the sudden absence of the screen's light was a relief to my tired eyes.I spent last night awake rese
Blaire:I didn't know what to expect the moment I let myself swallow my fate and pride and knock on the door.But I definitely did not expect the next line of words that had just left his mouth to actually come from him. His tone was anything but soothing and harmless; rather, it set free the panic in my chest.I was turning white just by hearing his approaching steps, which did nothing but quicken my heart rate.However, now I could barely breathe properly because he was standing right before me with his husky voice sifting through my ears. I tightened my grip on the warm handle, which had now turned cold at my nervousness, as he gently trailed a finger down my face with intense eyes, boring a hole in my soul.When the door opened to reveal the man behind my anxiety, he stood casually behind it with his eyes blinking at me. His jet-black hair was sitting on his shoulder in tousled waves, framing his chiseled face that stared at me. The strong scent of sandalwood and masculinity sittin
London:It amused me how innocent she could be and, at the same time, irritated me. Her reaction to my hardness was priceless. When her hands had brushed my dick, I felt the darned tingles erupt, alerting me of my need to have myself buried in-between her legs and have her back slammed on my bed while I made her scream in ecstasy.I didn't expect that her running her hands all over me in the process of trying to feel her way to my hand would have me so fucking aroused. It was like every touch of hers set my soul ablaze. Now I didn't know what to say about everything because, to say the least, I was a tiny bit surprised but very interested in the new development.I sighed, traveling down the hallway, narrowing to my left to take the stairs down. Heads bowed at my presence, voices echoing greetings as I walked past them in all my glory. I had been trying to dull my erection for the past twenty minutes, but what can I say? It had a mind of its own.Now I was subjected to attending to Cane