Brooklyn.“You're amazing, you know that right?” Landon asks, intent eyes focus on me from across the table. I blush, filling my mouth with food to avoid saying something stupid and he laughs. “How did it happen though?” He asks next.Swallowing, I think of where to start. And if I should mention about Sara and the deal she wants with Billie. But as I remember past encounters, I realize that I'll want him to tell me about it, too. Besides, I can't suggest no secrecy then hide information from him. Important or not, he should know about it.“Sara came by last week.” I start, carefully watching for any signs, he stiffens but his eyes give it away. He knows she stopped by. I suck in a breath and my fork drops on the plate with a clank. “You knew.”“Did she bother you?” He growls stiffly, not a muscle moving out of place. “No. Did she come to you?”“Not me,’’ he sighs in relief at my words. “Billie.”My eyebrows shoot up. “She told you?”“Brooklyn dear,” his head falls to the side as he
Brooklyn.The sound gel coming out of its conferment brings out a squirting noise, one that sends ripples of anxiety down my body. Billie's gaze uplifts to mine, stone blue eyes similar to the anxiety in mine. I pass her a smile I assume not to be a grimace and softly squeeze her hand. I see her body automatically relax under my hold which is strange but I decide not to question it. It's the wrong time for it.“It'll be cold for a while,” Fiona says, eyes glancing at Billie with a soft regard, then at me with a smile. She lets the gel drop on Billie's stomach before using the hand monitor on it. She dabbles around and for a large amount of seconds, the room is a silent choking stillwater. Then I hear it again. I gasp loudly, pulling their attention but my eyes remain trained on the screen.Billie shifts, tracing my gaze. And soon, they both begin to hear it, too. Billie let out a squeak of surprise, jerking back.Although the screen no longer shows the unimaginable segments of a pup,
Brooklyn.I choke on my spit.Landon takes a sip out of his wine like he didn't just drop a bomb on me. Not once does his gaze leave me as I try to wrap my head around what he says. I grab the glass of water again, drinking a large gulp before putting it down. I have read about it before. “You mean..your teeth on me?”Another sip, “and yours on mine.”I shift on the chair, I don't like the way he's acting like this course of conversation does not really bother him or it has no effect on him as it does on mine. “That will mean—”“—us mating, too. Yes, little wolf.” Grabbing a fork and a knife, he gestures towards the plate of pasta before me. “Eat, you don't want that cold, trust me.”I grab my fork. Landon observes as I take a bite out of my pasta. My eyebrows enter my hairline. “This is so good!” Satisfied, he takes another bite. “Better than I am?”“What??” I drop my fork and gesticulate with a wave of my hands. “Gosh, no. You're literally the best cook I've never met!” I pick up
Brooklyn.“We're going out soon, get ready!” Lan bursts into the room, telling me without glancing at me and walking back outside.Confused, I drop my phone on the bed, then get out of what I deem comfortable enough to decompose into, and trail after my man. I smile softly. My man. Feels good to say. “Where are we going?” I call out, wondering where he has gone. He's just here now, this man walks faster than a Cheetah. I take a big sniff before going down the stairs and into his private study. “Where are we going?” Without knocking, I barge in.Landon, who's on a call, lifts his hand up to silence me. I send him a glare before making myself comfortable on one of his sofas. It's Saturday today and Landon and I decide to stay in.At least, that was the plan we agreed on yesterday. I'll decompose under the soft, cozy duvet with my books in our room, and he'll work on whatever work he has in his study. Sounds like a wonderful plan to me! And it's just 12 in the noon!For three minutes,
Brooklyn.“Are you sure?” Billie asks for the umpteenth time, her blue eyes frozen with worry and doubt. And I honestly don't blame her. She has probably tried everything she can, yet they all turn out the same. And over and over, when she asks, I assure her that it is. “Probably not,” I shrug, trudging down the hallways that lead to the room where the operation will be taking place.She halts, her large and frantic now. “Gosh, Billie. I wasn't being serious.”“Brooklyn!” She whines, hand ready to go into her hair until I catch it. Squeezing her hands, I stare into her eyes. “Trust me, okay?” She nods, biting her lips as she takes a deep and long breath. I squeeze her hand again before releasing it.Just then, Fiona steps outside of the room. “All ready. Are you ready?” She asks Billie, smiling broadly.Her wide and happy smile is doing the opposite. I'm sure what her scientist mind thinks of right now is breaking yet another record. Blueblood makes people pregnant. I can imagine th
Brooklyn.“How do you manage to find me so easily?” Convoluted, I ask the smug, leering male before me.“So you can ditch me again?” He teases, the smug look still present.I fold my hand across my chest, “exactly.” I deadpan. Turning around, I cross the grand asphalt to the lobby. “I mean, by ditching you should be able to tell that I don't want you with me.”Alan, once again, rushes past me to push the lobby glass door as I can pass through. I give him a look. “You take your work a little too seriously.”“What can I say?” He shrugs, “our relationship excites me. Besides, the King will have my head if I don't do my job.” “He won't have your head for overdoing it?” I step inside the cool ground. People litters around and I can sight a few doctors with lab coats on. This place really is like an actual hospital, sometimes, I convince them for humans.“I guess there's only one way to find out.” I glare at his words as I make my way to the reception desk. “Queen Brooklyn, you're the Quee