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Chapter 2

Sabrina’s POV

Instead of a response, a traitorous moan escaped my lips, before I could swallow it, raw, and way too honest, stripping me bare. Warmth pulled to my core, and the smell of my arousal filled the room.

God! I shut my eyes in embarrassment. Never in my life I’ve I wished for the ground to open and swallow me whole…anywhere was better than being here right now, making sounds like a sex deprived woman.

Damn the mate bond! Damn it a million times over! For f**ks sake, it’s been seven whole years! This stupid bond shouldn’t be this intense. But no, it shot through every nerve I had and left nothing standing…like it has been waiting for this moment to ruin me.

Ughhh!!!

It’s been probably like seven seconds, but right now it feels like an eternity. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel his intense gaze on me, and his scent of wood and spice mixed with the scent of my arousal was doing things to me I’m too ashamed to admit. I’m sure his wolf was going berserk right now.

His grip around my neck loosened a little, confirming my theory that I wasn’t the only one being tortured by the bond right now. I took that as my cue to open my eyes, and staring intently at me was Zenith Nightmoor, and nothing about him shows him being the boy I had loved–the boy whose brown eyes softened whenever he looked at me, but that softness was gone, and in its place was something I couldn’t dare name, as it frightened the shit out of me.

I gulped.

Zenith tightened his grip around my throat, not enough to cut my air, but enough to make a point–I was at his mercy. His scent in the room had reduced, he was back to beast mode.

I didn’t fight it, didn’t try to, as it won’t work in my favor. I remained still, my brain calculating its next move amidst the fog because seven years away from werewolf society didn’t make me stupid enough to struggle against an Alpha who hadn’t decided what he wanted to do with me.

I held his gaze, and kept my breathing even. Looking away would tell him something. Anything I do right now, no matter how little or insignificant it might seem would tell him something. I had spent seven years becoming unreadable, and I needed every single one of those years right now.

But as the seconds bled by, I found out it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Zenith hadn’t spoken since ‘So you’re still alive’, he just stared at me, silver occasionally bleeding into his brown iris, a sign that his wolf, Alder, was desperately trying to take control.

“Who helped you?” he finally spoke.

Three words.

Zenith has never been a man of many words, especially at a time when he was angry. He let his actions do the talking.

But I said nothing. Not because I didn’t have what to say, hell no I did, I had prepared for a day like this, I knew it’ll come eventually, but didn’t expect it so soon, or under this circumstance. But at this point, silence was the best and safest option. He didn’t know about Eli, and I plan on keeping it that way.

Zenith ran his other hand through his hair, an action he always did whenever he was frustrated on what to do next.

I guess old habits do die hard as they say.

Zenith released his hold on my throat, and stepped back.

But I stayed still, not doing anything that could be read as an attempt at anything, and just watched him, intently.

He ran his hand through his hair one last time, before pulling out his phone and placing a call.

“The situation has changed. Clear my schedule,” he said to the person on the phone, before hanging up, and turning his attention to me. “You’re coming with me,” he stated as a matter of fact.

I stared at him for a few long seconds. Going with him meant so many things. Was he just going to take me somewhere and interrogate me? Or does it mean taking me back to the Pack I hadn’t been to in years.

I pray to God it’s the latter, and there’s only one way to find out…..

I pushed myself off the wall. “Let me clean this mess, and then get my things,” I said flatly, a tone that suggested I wasn’t going to fight him on this.

Zenith’s eyes widened slightly, anyone would have missed it, but not me. I knew him like the back of my hands, better than anyone on earth. He had expected me to say no, to argue, and get defensive, but here I was doing the complete opposite.

I made my way towards the mess on the floor, with Zenith watching me closely like a hawk. Maybe he thinks I’m going to vanish into thin air, or maybe, just maybe, his brain hasn’t fully accepted the fact that I was alive.

I reached into my apron to take out a towel, but something else slid out with the towel.

A drawing. Small, but very colorful, and impossible to miss.

I froze instinctively for half a second, and that was all it took for Zenith to piece things together, as he reached for the drawing before I could even blink.

Mama and Eli was boldly written on it with crooked writing, and little hearts and star shapes, and below the writing, was Eli’s drawing of the two of us. The meaning was clear as day.

Zenith stared at the drawing for a long moment, and his expression shifted completely, the temperature in the room dropping again, his pheromones merely sucking the air out of my lungs, and making me dizzy. I had to hold a table for support.

Then he looked at me, his expression cold as Ice.

“You have a child.”