I’m a bit of a mess. I think I have always been. It takes a while to get the hang out of myself, but eventually, the day turns out to actually be plenty of fun. As promised, I get ice cream and Pizza and we do have a short visit with a new medic. Anamaria. I think. I think that’s her name… I’m not sure. But she seemed to be a gentle and sweet person and I felt a bit of relief. Of course, she made sure to schedule a set of blood tests and other things and sent me home with another bunch of vitamins and important prenatal pamphlets that I made sure to stuff into Killian’s arms. I might still be in denial, but I had plenty of time to get some documentation while Killian would be away. And I’m sure that even wolfless and punny as I was, the motherly instincts are there somewhere and they would kick in at the right time. Or at least, that’s what I’m telling myself.As we get home, (funny how I am already calling this place a home), I walk right upstairs, to get ready for bed. The sun had

“You fucking lunatic!” I scream through my sobs, fighting to get away from him, but as soon as he loosens his grip on me I panic even more, because I’m still in the water with no idea how to swim to the shore.“Madelaine!” Killian insists and he grabs my waist a little tighter, to give me some support. “I have got you, Madelaine! My feet are touching the damn bottom!” He insists and stomps his legs a little to prove it to me that he is well anchored into the sand while he holds me.With tears in my eyes, I stare at him with skepticism. There was no way he - no! Frustration fills me up and I suddenly want to claw his eyes out. He had me fooled! He had me thinking I was going to die! The damn fear I felt compares to nothing I have ever experienced and I want nothing more but to pay him back right now -“I hate you!” I spit at him and his expression harshens. My heart sinks, but I said what I said and I could not take it back. With a steady grip on me, the man lifts me up and sets me on

All I can hik about is the sad expression and slight drooping of her shoulders she didn’t mind containing as I left her behind. I knew what she was thinking : was this not our honeymoon? Why was I working right now? But there were things I could not share with her.And this was one of those things. How could I look that woman in the eyes and tell her I kill people for a living? How could I look at her and tell her I enjoy the chase -A cold shiver rushes down my spine as I think back at the softness of her. I dragged her into this world, like a selfish bastard. Have I ever been anything else but selfish?“Boss -” a voice pulls me back to reality and I suddenly realize I have been more than tense. Every muscle in my body ached right now and my knuckles were white from how harsh I have been gripping the damn whiskey glass. “Where here.” The man adds with a slight bow of his head and I feel my stomach turn.When did the time fly like this? With brows narrowed and a slight displeasure, I

With slow strides, Killian starts closing the distance between us. There is a dark aura around him and the tension in his body is almost tangible. There is a spark of anger, almost madness dancing in his golden eyes and I swear there are reddish strikes I have never noticed before, taiting the gold of his eyes.My heart feels like it is about to run away from my chest and I suddenly feel like I am about to become the prey of a starving beast that had lost control over itself long ago and I have never noticed until now.A fear I have never been aware I have been cultivating all along, blooms and bursts into my chest, as the man nears me. There is intent to kill. I can feel it emanating for each pore of his body and I deeply wish I am wrong. A low rattle reverberates from his chest and I am certain this is no longer my husband. My so called mate. This is a wild beast, an intruder that had crawled under his skin and was now ready to tear me apart.I want to back away. I want to turn aro

Killian’s patience runs thin and I can feel him shift and uncomfortably move as I take my time to tend to his wound. I have never seen a wound like this and I can only assume this is a gun wound. Which was painfully abused to remove the bullet, with claws or a dull knife at best. My medical knowledge was little, but there was something left from the time I volunteered as a Red Cross helper.I can feel the way he grows bothered and hot under my lap, his erection growing steadily as he shifts. With his uninjured arm, he resides to touching me. Gentle stroke on my thigh , slipping slowly under the loose shorts of my pajamas. His fingers dare to seek the hem line of my underwear and I do my best to ignore him.To ignore my own botherness and uneasiness and need and longing and lust that only blooms when his fingers sneak under the hem of my underwear. I let out a sharp hiss and narrow my eyes on his figure, when he moves them further down, over the stubbles of my recently shaved privates