118. Consequences

Zenith’s POV “–so there’s no need for me to come again?” Dr. Joana’s voice came through the speaker clear and professional, already carrying a note of skepticism. “Yes,” I said. There was a brief pause on her end before she spoke again. “What was the problem, Your Majesty? You called in urgency less than half an hour ago, and now you’re suddenly telling me not to come.” I watched the trees blur past the car window as she spoke. “It was a little painful. He’s alright now.” “If that was the case, then it shouldn’t be dismissed so easily,” she replied. “Sudden abdominal discomfort in early pregnancy can mean a number of things. We should look more carefully into what actually happened. Even if the pain has eased, I would still recommend–” “I said I don’t need you anymore.” I said firmly, cutting through hers. “If you are needed, you will be called for.” I hung up before she could answer. The silence that followed sat heavily in the car. I exhaled hard through my nose, grip tigh

119. Blushing Like A Fool

Silas’s POV The moment the door shut behind me, all the heat that had carried me up the stairs drained out at once, leaving only the hollow, shaking aftermath. I climbed into the hanging nook with the pink teddy crushed against my chest and pulled my knees in as far as the pregnancy would comfortably allow, burying half my face in soft fur that still smelled faintly new. It should have felt safe. It did. And somehow that only made everything worse. I wanted my Alpha so bad, but I myself didn't know why I was starving myself and my Omega by deliberately being apart from him. Zenith’s voice kept replaying in my head, replaying the not so harsh words as he corrected me. I knew what I did was wrong. But her words had crawled under my skin, and the more she spoke, the smaller I became in that chair, until the only solution my pride could invent was to force the whole afternoon to end. If I was uncomfortable enough, Zenith would take me home. If I was in pain, no one could argue. I

120. The Difference Between The Past And The Presence

Silas’s POV “I’m tired.” I whined out between breaths as I trudged after Zenith, one careful step at a time over roots and uneven ground. The deeper into the forest we went, the more the path seemed determined to punish me for agreeing to come here. Zenith glanced back over his shoulder. “Do you want me to carry you?” I grumbled under my breath. “No. I can walk. I’m not a sack of rice.” He didn’t argue, but the look he gave me said he thought I was being stubborn for no good reason. We had left the palace almost as soon as the offer left his mouth. Excitement had carried me all the way through the drive. Then Zenith stopped the car at the base of the trail, and reality dawned on me that we were supposed to climb up the rough path to reach the clearing. I had forgotten how far it was. Or maybe I had only remembered the parts that I wanted to. I huffed as I struggled to climb over a particularly thick fallen branch. Hands bracing against the bark until I finally made it to the

121. In A Field Of Moonlit Flowers

Silas’s POV I turned around slowly. And forgot how to breathe. The shoes held tightly in my hands dropped to the ground as I stared, mouth agape at my Alpha's wolf form in front of me. Zenith’s wolf stood in the center of the clearing, massive and dark beneath the moonlight. Black fur drank in the silver glow until only the edges of form shone. He was larger than I remembered, broad through the chest, long-legged, built like something made to rule the dark And his eyes… They were a set of brown orbs surrounded by golden rings that made him look more…majestic. Those eyes were fixed on me with an attention so heated it made my fingers go still at my sides. Neither of us moved for the next few seconds. Then the wolf took one slow step forward. My heart began racing at the advance, but it was not from the old terror. This was different. “Zenith,” I whispered. His wolf ears angled toward my voice. He came closer, unhurried, until the heat surrounding him reached me through the

122. Overwhelmed

Two months later- Silas is now three months pregnant. - Silas’s POV If someone had asked me a month into the pregnancy how I was feeling, I would have said I was doing my best. Adjusting, learning how to live inside a body that no longer belonged only to me. There had been complicated feelings, waves of them, but the loudest by far had been want for sex. I had been horny all the damn time, it had been embarrassing. Ask me that same question now, and I would give a different answer. Now, I hated everyone. Including my Alpha. Zenith had somehow gained the ability to turn me on and turn me off in the same breath. I hated when he looked at me too long, I hated when he sat too close. The idea of sex, once impossible to stop thinking about, now repulsed me so sharply the contrast was almost offensive. One month I could barely keep my hands to myself. The next, the thought of being touched that way made my skin crawl. He never complained. Not even once. And that only made me feel w

123. Am I…Broken?

Silas’s POV We truly did not take long. The moment we arrived at the hospital, we were attended to immediately. Dr. Joana was already waiting with her notes, her calm voice, and that permanent soft smile I was beginning to hate with my entire soul. The consultation, which I would rather call an interrogation went quite well, I think. “How has your appetite been?” “Any sharp pains or unusual pressure?” “How often are you sleeping through the night?” “Have the mood swings intensified since the last visit?” “Any strong aversions to scent, touch, or your mate’s presence?” “Are you still able to keep fluids down in the morning?” “How is the bond responding during periods of distress?” I managed answered all of it. And while some replies came out neutral. Others, especially the ones about hating everyone and wanting space even from Zenith, came out flatter than I meant them to. And through every single answer, even the ugly ones, Dr. Joana smiled. She smiled when I said