Semua Bab Mates Deception : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Damien’s povI left my father’s room, still annoyed. Stay calm, he had told me. Don’t accuse Sirella. I didn’t trust her. She was hiding something and I would go find what that was.I went to her room and I didn’t bother to knock on the door to her room.I opened the door and went in. She was sitting on the bed, looking pale and unhappy. And beside her, the head maid—Helga—was there with a food tray whispering something. They swung quickly when they saw me come in.Sirella sat up. Quickly. Helga’s eyes got wide.There was a quiet in the room.“What’s happening?” I crossed my arms.Helga smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Nothing, young master. Just giving her some meals.”I looked at the tray. Porridge. Bananas. Herbal tea. An odd combo.I scowled.“That’s food for pregnant women?” I said slowly.Neither of them said anything. Sirella looked away. Helga bit her lip.“I asked a question,” I repeated, my voice significantly more pointed. No response.I jerked my sword from it

Donovan’s povI was still sitting in the dining hall unable to process everything. The food was laid out in front of me but I hadn’t touched a single thing. My maids were working silently, clearing up the plates from the table. I waved my hand at them telling them to hurry up as my thoughts scattered all around.Clara stood near me so I looked at her and enquired. “Was this what you wanted to tell me?”She looked at me, her eyes downcast, and nodded slowly.I muttered an oath. “Fuck it!” I shot my chair back with a bang that rang through the hall.Was the baby Sirella carried mine? Or was it someone else’s? The thought burned in me like fire.I crossed through the darkened house, making my way to Sirella’s chamber. I was furious. I needed to know now.I pushed open the door without knocking. Sirella was there, slipping out of her blue silk dress. She froze when she saw me enter."We need to talk," I said.She looked away and stayed silent. I stepped a bit closer to her. “Is the baby

Kieran’s povFor the next week, I stayed away from Salvatore’s pack. I told him I had important work far away. The wolf did not ask many questions. He knew when to keep things quiet, and there were still others we had to keep it from.I did have to hide though.Keep them in the dark.If anyone knew where I was going or what I was doing, it would cause trouble. It could be tragedy.I stayed in a land deep in the woods and started to build a house. A real house, but small and simple. I worked with my hands every day. I cut wood from the forest. I made walls and a roof. I put in windows and a door. I made a small fireplace inside.The work was hard. My muscles hurt at the end of each day. But I did not stop. I wanted this house to be perfect for me and Sirella.I knew she was alone in Donovan’s pack. I was worrying about her every day, and now she was pregnant with my child. I had to keep her an’ our child safe.But I kept it hush-hush like, bullets went overhead day after day ‘n night a

Kieran’s povI stayed in my cabin at the edge of the pack’s land. It was quiet there. Just me, the walls, and the wind outside. I sat on an old wooden chair by the window and looked out at the view. Sirella’s words weighed heavily on my mind as I thought about Donovan and what he had done to her. The anger inside me began to burn like a dangerous fire making my hands tremble and heart pound in my chest. Somewhere deep under all that anger though there had been a numbness within me since it had happened. I could not feel anything and I just wanted to feel something. I wanted to feel alive.I looked outside my cabin and saw the sky has turned gray. A storm was coming. Yet all I wanted to do was go out there and stand under the rain and feel something at least. It walked me.Donovan had lied to her; he’d used her as nothing more than a tool. I felt my anger build, and then directed it at myself. I was stupid yo have let her stay in that place.And then there was a knock on my door. My

Kieran’s povI had always felt insulted when people said that but at this time I felt pity for the idiot behind me. I turned to him. “You have money to pay me but not your debt. You must owe a shit ton of money. Stay away from me.”Then I kept walking as he stood there crying.By the time I reached my cabin, I’d calmed down enough to slam the door behind me. I didn’t bother locking it. If anyone was stupid enough to follow me out here they weren’t going to walk back out.I dropped my jacket on the floor before walking over to the shelf. There, I reached for a bottle and pulled out one of an aged whiskey. Popping it open, I drank from the bottle.It burned—but I liked that pain.I fell into the old wooden chair and stared at the fire. My cabin was so quiet. Too much so. I could hear the creaks, the wind, and the lonesome quite of remembrance.I looked at the walls; I remembered how I built this place myself years ago—just wood, nails and fire. I remembered dreaming of sharing it with