Per Dr. Johnson's instructions, I positioned myself on the examination table situated beside a machine that I could only safely assume was used for getting an ultrasound. I looked out through the glass that separated the doctor's office from the room I was in and saw Dylan and Dr. Johnson having quite a serious conversation. Suddenly feeling nervous, I brought up my hands to feel my growing abdomen on my palms.
A few moments later, they finally entered the room and the doctor put his professional smile back on, most likely sensing my discomfort at the situation. Dylan moved to stand beside me, squeezing my hand as Dr. Johnson began prepping the machine."Just relax," he said to me, the corners of his lips tugging up into an affectionate smile despite mirroring the same anxiety in his golden eyes. He then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "You'll be fine."I nodded. "Okay."I was told to lie down and lift my sweatshirt to reveal my pregnancy. Dr. Johnson tDylan held my hand and pulled me behind him. Then, through gritted teeth, he said, "How'd you find us and how the f*ck are you still alive, Amelia Crawford?"Instead of replying, she looked at me. It wasn't just because she was a lot taller than I was, but the moment her gaze landed on me, I trembled and felt small. As much as I hate to admit it, I sunk into my pajamas and cowered behind Dylan. He immediately noticed my discomfort and moved to put himself in her line of sight.I grasped the hem of his shirt tightly. "So it's her, huh?" she said with a somehow devilish grin. She then tilted her head a little to meet Dylan's eyes. "It's the girl you're thinking of while kissing me."My fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt as I felt something squeeze my chest. I was confused about whether I should feel flattered or hurt or jealous. The unpleasant mix of emotions left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. It was also exasperating how she was talking about me like some kind of an ob
A few more days have passed since Amelia Crawford's unexpected visit.My back pains continued to manifest more and more each day as my stomach swelled, throwing off my center of gravity by much. It was odd how quickly it was growing and how the changes within a short period of time were incredibly noticeable at a glance. Because of this, Dylan has been stubbornly insisting on doing everything for me—even giving me a bath on days that I failed to persuade him not to. Although, I did like the extra attention if I were being honest.Thus, besides my pregnancy, our days have been pretty much uneventful.Or at least that was the case for us.Having a television meant having easy access to current news instantly. Riots were still rampant all over the country while businesses handled by packs who lost their leaders were still struggling with getting back on their feet. Enzo has also probably branched out to different cities with his agenda, distributing free silver
"Bennet, talk to me."Dylan, upon realizing that we were staring at him in curiosity, sighed and put the call on speaker while holding the phone up for everyone in the room to hear. "Where are you?" Enzo's voice echoed, devoid of any hint of his usual haughtiness. "Isabella's with you, right?"He glanced at me and nodded. "Yeah, she's with me. We're taking shelter at doc's clinic.""Good good. Stay there, Lance will come to get you in a bit.""Where are we going?""It's time to move," there was no explanation but we seemed to all know exactly what he was trying to say. "The doctor is coming with us. Isabella is due soon if I'm not mistaken.""Yeah.""See you at the airport.""Wait, what do you mean—"The phone cut off without warning and Dylan cursed under his breath before crushing the burner phone with his bare hand per protocol. I dropped my gaze to stare at my lap while fiddling with my fingers. Just when I thought that we got to take a break for a while, things like this happen.
The sun began to peek through the horizon, bathing the city in a golden early morning glow that reminded me of Dylan's eyes. I've never really taken a moment to simply admire the sunrise so I didn't realize until now how mesmerizing it was to witness the city slowly waking up as it went higher up in the sky. It was such a shame that instead of seeing the usual bustle in this part of the city, my eyes only caught sight of the aftermath of the rampage that went on the night before.As the birds chirped along the nearly deserted sidewalks, I peeled my gaze off of the road, disturbed by the bodies that were laying on the ground. There were brownish spots on the pavement—most likely dried blood. I often saw someone flinch but most of them just laid motionlessly.All these were happening because of some stupid social class division that we made for ourselves, but once they were all devoid of life, it was barely possible to tell which was a human or a werewolf.
"Take this in case you feel dizzy during the flight," Dr. Johnson told me while handing a bottle of presumably motion sickness medicine towards me in which I took gratefully with a small nod. "It's safe for pregnant women, but as much as possible, try avoiding taking one.""Got it."Dr. Johnson then walked back to his seat and immediately continued to type something furiously on his laptop as he had been doing before he came over to me to hand some medicine. I placed the bottle on the compartment on my seat's armrest where drinks were supposed to go. Dylan turned to me, concern evidently etched on his face, before reaching out a hand and resting his palm on my forehead."You good?" he asked. "You should drink more water if you're feeling motion sick."I shook my head as I replied, "I'm okay. I feel a lot better than I expected I would."I held his hand and pulled it away from my forehead to bring it to my mouth to plant a soft kiss on his knuckles. Oddly enough, it wa
Dylan couldn't help but shake his leg in anxiety as he looked at the passing buildings through the tinted windows. His eyes feasted on the sight of the aftermath of even worse riots and rampages at the capital, but his mind wandered off to his mate."I should be over there," he mumbled to himself before biting his lower lip so hard that it bled. His nails dug into his palms as he clenched his hands into fists. "I shouldn't leave her alone like this."Dr. Johnson, with the help of the cabin crew, had set up a makeshift operating room at the aircraft since transporting Isabella to a proper medical facility was too risky, considering that her pregnancy was a little out of ordinary in the first place. He insisted to stay and wait until the surgery was over but Enzo convinced him at it would be better to make use of that time instead to plan out the attack properly.Dylan thought that the sooner it was over, the sooner he could come back to Isabella…and his child. Bu
The next moment Dylan opened his eyes, he was greeted by the same ceiling that he last remembered he was staring at, except that his room was bathed in an orange hue that made the old room look a little bit better. Sitting up, he flinched at the growing headache and his eyes stung.He brought up an arm to his face to wipe off the stains of tears in his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket. When he glanced at the sky through his window, the sun was already starting to set at the horizon.Since Enzo was probably giving them the rest of the day to breathe before jumping into action yet again seeing as he wasn't disturbed even once despite being asleep the entire afternoon, he decided to go out and take a stroll around the neighborhood, which probably was not a good idea considering how sketchy everything in the area looked. But he decided that idling around wouldn't be good for his mental health so he forced himself to jump off the bed.After a quick shower and changing
"So, this is where the building is," Enzo explained as he pointed to a particular spot in the map that he laid down on the table. The rebels, along with Amelia and Dylan, leaned in to get a closer look. "As expected, it's quite far from the presidential estate. It might be around an hour and a half drive from there but Lance and I will be going out first thing in the morning tomorrow to confirm that."Dylan looked at him as he talked. There was a slight hint of redness in the corner of his eyes but despite his pale skin, it wasn't so bad that it was noticeable at first glance. Perhaps it was quite easy for him to detect it since he witnessed him crying his eyeballs out just a few hours ago.The stroll back to the inn was silent but nowhere near uncomfortable. It was almost like they reached some level of closeness due to the event, but once they walked out through the cemetery gates, neither of them spoke about it."A larger team will be dispatched here," Enzo c