All Chapters of Promised to the Panthers: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Vanya had disappeared into the bathroom a few seconds after getting dressed and hadn’t reappeared again.Devrim cleared his throat and pointed towards the door. “I’m going to go check on Obsidian and figure out what the plan is to get us to the boat.”I said nothing but watched as he left. The moment the door closed behind him, I got to my feet and hurried towards the bathroom. I knocked and entered the bathroom without waiting for a reply.What I didn’t expect was to find Vanya seated on the toilet.“I’m sorry,” I instantly apologized, already backing up.But then she looked up and I froze.Tear-filled eyes locked with mine for a few seconds before she looked away.“Vanya?”“I’m not pregnant,” she whispered.Frowning, I closed the door again and twisted the lock before I made my way closer to her. The last thing I wanted to do was invade her privacy, but she didn’t chase me away.“What do you mean?” I asked softly.She looked at me again and then pointed down to her pants around her

“Jarrod’s on the island,” I said softly.“Why?” Ezra questioned from the other side of Vanya.It was the second night after returning to the island, and things were still a little tense between the four of us. I wasn’t sure what the problem was or how I should go about fixing things. Obsidian, Ezra, and I had been busy helping outside to clear the debris from the damaged buildings while Vanya stayed with Betsy.She hadn’t said much, but Ezra assured me it was because she was on her period. Women got all grumpy and emotional during that time of the month.I didn’t push her to talk to me, but I welcomed the nights when she curled into me the moment we climbed into bed.The air mattress stood against the wall, there if it was needed, but so far we had managed to fit on the bed. “I’m not sure yet,” I told Ezra. “I saw him and Monica today, but only briefly.”“Didn’t you say he was going to represent you?” Vanya muttered. “Maybe he’s here because of that.”I sighed. “Probably.”Silence s

I squeezed my eyes closed as I clutched the toilet. My throat burned and the bitter taste of the vomit still filled my mouth. I was afraid to open my eyes in case I started puking again. The smell wasn’t helping much either.When I was sure my stomach had settled somewhat, I pushed myself up to my feet and flushed the toilet.Three shaky steps to the sink, I opened the tap and splashed my face with cold water before I reached for my toothbrush. After brushing my teeth and rinsing with mouthwash at least two times, I felt somewhat better.I straightened and spotted Ezra hovering in the doorway.“I’m okay,” I told him.“I’m really sorry,” Ezra apologized again.Turning, I leaned back against the cabinet and gave him a shaky smile.“You need to stop apologizing,” I told him.“But I made you sick.”“You didn’t.”Ezra had surprised us with breakfast. It hadn’t been bad, and after seeing the look on his face, the last thing I wanted to do was spoil it.I didn’t tell him the smell of eggs ma

Mornings were still my favourite.I loved waking up between my mates, especially with Obsidian between my legs and his head resting on my stomach. He had pushed the shirt up to under my breasts. If I closed my eyes, it was easy to imagine he knew about the baby and it was his way of showing acceptance.But he didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure when or how to tell him.Thankfully Betsy knew a doctor who had knowledge about these types of pregnancies. She had been the one to help Mom through some of the pregnancy, although I had been told that Mom preferred to do things on her own.Betsy told me she wrote everything down in a notebook, but she didn’t know what happened to it after Mom died.Some of my memories were returning, I remembered bits and pieces of her always making notes in a blue and pink notebook. Mom had made it clear I wasn’t allowed to touch the book, but she had told me maybe one day, when I was old enough, I could read it.That day had come, but the notebook was gone, just

I was stupid.But I was confident I would be able to find the waterfall, which I had. Yet, I was starting to doubt myself. My eyes darted over the water and locked on the waterfall. I knew the entrance to the caves was behind it.I just wasn’t sure whether it would be easy to spot or if there were a few entrances. I remembered there were different tunnels in the cave. There was a possibility I might enter the wrong one and never find my way out.The fear of that knowledge didn’t change my mind at all.I needed to talk to Obsidian, and the cave was the only place I could think of where he would be.They had been searching for hours, which meant none of them had gone with me to my doctor’s appointment. Betsy had been with me, and although I was thankful for her support, I had wanted my mates with me.Sucking in a breath, I kicked off my shoes and stepped forward. The water was icy and the rocks dug into my feet, but I pushed forward.From previous experience, I knew what to expect.My e