LOGINCHAPTER TWENTYCAROLINEI settle in the warm water, and my mind wanders. How did I get here? I am a respected Doctor. I have spent the last ten years studying, and now I’m here, getting fucked only to be abandoned by a man I do not even know. He still hasn’t told me why people want me dead. He hasn’t told me why we are. He has told me practically nothing, and it is exhausting.Why did I let him touch me? Why did I fall into bed with him?I have to admit I feel better, though. As a Doctor, I understand the importance of intercourse. It increases bonding, calms the expecting mother and eases the baby, but I cannot keep falling into bed with him. He wouldn’t even kiss me, so what exactly are we doing?I place my hand on my belly and close my eyes. The bath is so warm and relaxing. I feel reborn and made anew. My body is still tingling from the intensity of the sex. It’s not lovemaking at all, just hard, rough fucking. That’s all he’s good for. I linger in the tub for close to an hour b
CHAPTER NINETEENCAROLINE My heart pounds hard, and blood rushes to my head. My legs weaken, and he notices. “Do not fall.” He warns sternly, running his gaze over my naked body, lingering on my belly before fixing on my cunt. “W … what?” I whisper, brain blanking. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. You’re pregnant, and constantly ovulating, so I can be there for you.” He explains gruffly. “Be there for me?” I repeat, and he nods, “Yeah, yeah, I put the baby in you. The least I can do is make sure you’re alright. It’s common sense.” “Common sense,” I repeat slowly, gaze fixed on his bulge. “Yeah. We can do it as often as you want, even.” He assures me. I’d laugh, but there’s nothing funny about the way I feel empty and needy. There’s nothing remotely funny about the way I want him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEENCAROLINESunlight streams in through the window, and I groan, waking up slowly.Birds chirp softly, and I blink awake, confused. Salvatore’s big, ugly house doesn’t have birds, and neither does my apartment in London.I sit up slowly and look around. I’m in a bedroom, except the walls are made of wood. Cool breeze seeps in, and goosebumps break over my skin. The sheets are so soft, and the air smells divine.Where am I?Slowly, I remember last night. I remember my argument with Salvatore, the carnival, Sage, and the huge men. I remember Salvatore’s eyes being the last thing I saw.Where am I?I walk out of the bedroom carefully, a hand over my belly. Heat burns through me as I walk into the living space. It’s bigger and brighter. The kitchen is right beside, and the kettle starts wheezing. I turn off the stove and make my way out of the cabin.My mouth falls open in shock when I take in the surroundings. There is nothing but the large green forest all around. There’s
CHAPTER SEVENTEENSALVATOREEffortlessly, I rip off the bastard’s head.Blood splashes all over me, and my wolf howls within me. My whole body is pounding with rage. Heat burns through my spine, and I growl in rage, slamming feet through the other’s torso. I am covered in blood in seconds.The fourth fucker cowers on the ground, his whole body trembling.“Please … please … Alpha, please.” He whispers, crying.My nose flares as the stench of him fills my nose. Rogue wolves are fucking disgusting, and for the second time, they’ve attacked what is mine.I grab the dagger on the table, intent on slitting his throat, but I stop when I catch a glimpse of Caroline on the ground.Fear slithers through my being. It’s a foreign emotion, one I don’t know how to handle.Slade steps forward and takes the dagger from me.I walk to Caroline and listen. Oddly enough, I check her heartbeat first, before listening for the baby’s. I’m not surprised to hear both loud and pounding. She has a bruise on her
CHAPTER SIXTEENCAROLINEHe has gone insane. No one speaks to me like that. No one. I don't care who they are. I am not a punching bag for his obvious anger issues. I am only here because of the creeps that showed up at my work.Goosebumps break down my skin as I walk down the streets.The sun has set hours ago, and the moon rests between clouds, but the streets of New York are still lively. There seems to be another festival. There's always one thing or the other. I don't think I can live here. I'd rather live in a city that sleeps. London has a certain lull around it that I love. New York, on the other hand, is chaotic. I don't like chaos. Chaos led me to R …I shake my head. I will not think about them, not now, not when everything has changed.Still for a moment, I can't help but wonder if they're still in New York. Do they even think about me? Do I matter? Am I so easily forgotten?Someone bumps into me, and I jerk backwards.“Sorry,” he murmurs and walks off.I need to get off
CHAPTER FIFTEENSALVATORE“Unfortunately, Caroline, there are some things you are better off not knowing. You’re new here, so be new. Do not poke your nose in my business, and enjoy New York.” I snap at her.I do not like being pushed against the wall, definitely not by a human I’m burdened with. I have lived long enough, yet she drives me up the wall every time.Her eyes flash, and darken, “Are you insane?”I clench my jaw hard.“Have you gone mad, Salvatore? Should I not poke my nose in your business? You must be insane. Your baby is growing in my belly, and my body is changing. My body. Your baby. Do not piss me off more than I already am right now. You either tell me what I want to know or I will find answers myself.” She threatens, nose flaring, cheeks flushed.I lean against my desk, bored out of my mind.“I don’t care what you do. As long as it ends with you out of my sight, then be my guest.” I shrug.She’s a volcanic eruption. A mamma bear I shouldn’t poke, but I have less fuc
CHAPTER THIRTEENSALVATOREThe rogues are kept on a lower level.Most people don't know the lower level exists. That is by design. The compound
CHAPTER ELEVENSALVATORE – POINT OF VIEW“I know this is a shock to you, but you need to try to be more accommodating, or you are going to scare her off.” Slade chastises sharply as we
CHAPTER NINECAROLINE – POINT OF VIEWI look at him, and feel my heart in my throat.“Can you get off me first?” I whisper, trying to brace myself for whatever he is about to reveal.He blinks as if he has forgotten he’s covering my body with his large one. The light catches his eyes, and it glows,
CHAPTER SEVENCAROLINE I blink, realising what he said.“What do you mean by a group of healers? Do you mean Doctors? A medical team?” I ask, following him closely behind.“You are speaking to me. Do not speak to me.” He turns around sharply, and I collide with his solid chest.He knocks me off my







