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“I don’t think you really care for what she wants.”
“Believe it or not, I do. She’s always been there for Zaia, thanks to everything the Sable tried, I abandoned Zaia right when she needed me the most. When she was pregnant with our twins …”
I look down at my hands. I’ll regret what I did even if I was trying to do it for the rightreasons.
“Yeah, well, I’m not abandoning her. I wouldn’t do that.”
“But if she’s pregnant? And she refuses to get rid of it?”
I ask.
He remains silent as he stares unseeingly ahead. After a few minutes, I don’t think he’s going to reply and I’m about to get up when he speaks.
“You saw me as a Sable, you know who I am,”
he tells me quietly.
Yeah, there was Gaultier, the sadistic, unhinged psycho… I saw him kill and torture people. And then there was Zade. Cold, calm, and calculating, his torture and methods were far more chilling than Gaultier… there was just something about a calm killer than an unhinged nutcase
Maybe he’s changed, but I wouldn’t leave my kids in the same room as him knowing what he’s capable of… unless he’s on their side…
I sigh heavily. “What I saw was survival. The power and resilience to survive no matter what. We all did things whilst we were there, and you were there longer than us all… Don’t let your past fuck up your future, and if you’ve chosen to be an alpha, then you’re going to need to make an heir at some point.”
“Maybe.”
“Talk to her.”
I stand up, glancing down at his emotionless face, but he remains staring ahead. He always was hard to read… I’m about to head back inside when I pause and glance back at him. I’m doing this for you, Zaia… “Zaia always had faith that there was good in you. Don’t let her faith be in vain.”
“She’s delusional,”
he replies quietly.
Think what you want. There’s got to be something that both of them see in you. And although women are crazy, delusional and hard to understand… they are often right… 2
Shaking my head, I put out my cigarette; my work is done here. With one final glance at him, I push open the door and step inside… >
VALERIE.
Somehow, I was expecting that reaction from him. I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t expecting him to be ecstatic over the news and, in a way, I’m glad I was prepared.
Being a doctor, I’ve come across a huge variety of reactions from couples, or even single mothers. Accidental pregnancies are not a small matter, and our relationship is so recent and so new that I don’t blame him for reacting like that even if it does hurt a little.
More than his rejection of the pregnancy, what stung was the way he closed up. My only solace was his parting words, proof enough that he’s trying to be considerate and will return.
In all honesty, it was my carelessness. I told him I’d take the morning-after pill and I should have gotten onto birth control. What was I expecting? But at the same time, so much happened I can’t fault myself for forgetting.
I pick up a gown, still feeling exhausted from the intense sex we had and slip it on as I slowly sit down on the bed feeling… alone, despite the lingering feel of his touch dancing along myskin.
If I am pregnant, I wouldn’t get rid of it, but I also need to consider Zade and help him come to terms with it. He has his insecurities no matter how much he tries to hide them. And I’m assuming he probably doesn’t see himself as a good father. We’re adults and we will deal with this like two sensible adults.
“I’m waiting for you, don’t be too long,”
I say quietly to the empty room as I drop sideways onto the pillow, waiting.
Five minutes become ten, ten become fifteen and, although I feel restless, sleep begins to beckon me. Through half-hooded eyes, I glance at the clock, wondering where he’s gone atthis time.
After another five minutes, I sigh. I can’t sleep like this!
Just talk to me, Zade…
I sit up, deciding I’ve waited long enough. I’ll go find him myself. I take out some clothes and get dressed before I pull on some shoes and leave the room. Looking down the hall, I ponder over where he might be. Deciding he probably went outside, I hurry towards the stairs.
I’m halfway down the stairs when I stop, seeing a shadow from the corner of my eyes. I turn sharply, not even realising I’m more on edge than I ever used to be, more aware of my surroundings.
I let out a sigh of relief when I realise it’s just Sebastian gulping down a water bottle as hewalks towards the staircase.
“What are you doing awake at this time?”
he asks,
I shakebriskly.my head. “I could ask the very same, but if you must know, I had things to do,”
I say.
He nods slowly, an expression that clearly tells me he’s not buying it. “Sure.”
I frown, noticing how Sebastian observes me, and that long stare makes me slightlyuncomfortable. “I see you’re returning to your old ways.”
He finishes off the bottle and places. it down on the cabinet in the grand foyer as I cock a brow.
“My old ways?”
“Thepre-coma Valerie. If memory serves, you were the annoying thorn in my side, always having to defend anyone and speak up for anyone who needs help. I wonder, do you ever put yourself first?”
What is this man going on about?
“Of course I do,”
I state.
He cocks a brow before he jerks his head towards the back hall. “He’s out there.”
My heart skips a beat wondering what he knew, but I don’t say anything watching as he walks past me and heads upstairs. Letting out a huff of air, I walk down the hall to the back door andhesitate.
What will I say?
Turning away, I decide to make some coffee first. It’s getting colder… Once I have two steaming mugs of coffee in my hands, I open the back door and step outside.
Once I take a few steps, I look around and catch the glow of a cigarette. I turn to see Zade sitting against the wall, one leg sprawled out in front of him, the other with his knee up and his arm resting on it.
“Hey. Coffee?”
I say, not sure if I should go over to him. Would he just move away? The thought hurts when I frown, no we’re stronger than that.
“I could do with some coffee,”
he says quietly as he blows out a string of smoke. I walk towards him, my heart racing, although I’m trying my best to stay calm.
He reaches up and takes both mugs from me and places them on the ground. I’m about to sit down beside him when he squeezes my thigh, caressing it gently before he tugs me down to sit between his legs.
“Za…”
I trail off when he wraps his arms around me tightly and rests his head against my shoulder, taking a deep breath. I lean back against him, placing my hand over his arms as reach up with my other hand, placing it on his muscular bicep.
“You didn’t come back,”
I murmur.
“I’ll always come back, you know that. I just needed a bit…”
I nod as I lean my head against his. “You know… maybe I’m not even pregnant,”
I say softly,
“But you might be.”
I nod my head. “You aren’t your mother or grandfather…”
I murmur quietly, knowing it is part of how he feels. “I know you will be an incredible alpha and father because I’ve seen you care for others…”
“Or you see way too much fucking good in me,”
he murmurs. “I was raised to kill, and it’s something that I would do every time the need arises. Willingly. Do you really want a killer to be around your kids?”
I frown as I turn in his arms and cup his face. “Zade… our kids. And yes, I would trust their lives in your hands.”
“Would you though?”
he asks, his voice low and cold as his expressions become chillingly calm.
Frowning, I stare back into his eyes. “I would.”
And I mean it.
I don’t know what words I can convey to make him understand, so instead I tug him close and claim his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
His hand wraps around my waist as my shoulder presses against his chest, feeling his cock against my hip as I turn sideways, slipping my legs under his raised leg, getting as close as possible.
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