Chapter 97- Lydia’s Pregnant
“Well, I guess that settles that.” I muse, staring at the image dominating the narrow screen of my smart phone. Granted, it was sent by the woman I saved as “Satan’s Mistress” in my contacts and is centered right below the photo of Lydia and Sinclair in bed together, but there’s no mistaking the sight of a positive pregnancy test.
I’ve taken enough home tests in my life to understand what the two pink lines filling the small results window mean – they’re the sight I wished for a thousand times but never saw.
I’m trying to keep the pain and disappointment out of my voice so that Sinclair won’t know how upset I am, though I don’t know why I bother. It seems he can read me like a book, even at the best of times.
Whether he can sense it or not, I’m devastated to know Lydia is pregnant, that her scheme worked. Even though this solves some of our problems, I hate to think that she’s getting rewarded for her duplicity, and I despise the idea of Sinclair starting a family with anyone else – even if it’s in my baby’s best interest.
“Not yet it doesn’t.” Sinclair replies, his big body still wrapped around me in our bed. “Not until I know the test is real, and even then – it might not be my pup. I wouldn’t put anything past Lydia at this point.”
“So you have to go see her?” I guess, fighting the strange but increasingly familiar urge to growl.
“Yes.” He confirms, not sounding any more excited about it than I am. He shifts my body beneath his, balancing his weight on his elbows. “I’ll go by her hotel on my lunch break.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I question, sliding my hands over his muscular chest. “What if she tries to drug you again, or pull some other kind of trick?”
“She succeeded last time because she bribed a waitress to put something in my drink.” He reminds me, sharing the details we learned after his guards investigated the staff at the bar he’d visited that fateful night. “I didn’t know she was anywhere in the vicinity, or I would have been much more careful. I’m not going to let my guard down with her.”
“Fine,” I huff, “but if she lays a hand on you I’m going to rip her head off.” I remark, already fantasizing about doing just that.
“Oh I see,” Sinclair answers, a teasing note in his voice. “So you can rip peoples heads off but I can’t?”
“Yes.” I reply primly, “because in my case it’s just a fantasy, in yours it’s an actual possibility.”
where it meets my shoulder. “I bet you could rip off some heads if you really wanted to.” He
never know, because you didn’t let me
croons, shifting to dip his tongue into the hollow of my clavicle. “Not allowed out of bed, not allowed to slaughter your
holding the keys to my jail cell.” I challenge, arching my chest in a blatant attempt to encourage him downward. Unfortunately –
you anywhere you want to go just as soon as the doctor clears
anyway?” I ask, realizing that I was so distracted by my medical condition and Lydia’s scheming that I almost forgot about
that later.” Sinclair announces, “I have a few other updates for you, but
which means he’s also getting ready to leave for the day.
wrapping around his own, Sinclair chuckles darkly, sparing one of his hands to stroke the length of my leg. “You trying
course not.” I lie, adopting an innocent expression. “I just like
professes warmly, kissing my pulse point.
to keep him in bed with me forever, I inquire. “Dominic, if I’m on
has risen to my challenge. “We don’t know that for sure, what if some other wolf comes sniffing
would they get past all your guards?” I pose,
can never trust wolves.” He declares, his fangs extending in a
wolf in my bed.” I laugh, trying not to squirm as he drags those fangs over
gobble you up?” Sinclair teases, his voice a low rumble that makes
need to smell like you just to lie in bed all day.” I answer,
his dark gaze over my body with relish. “You’re mine whether you’re in public
own, and though my inner feminist wants to be outraged, I can’t deny how delicious it feels to be wanted this way – especially by a man such as Sinclair. “Why is it I feel like I’m talking to your wolf right now, rather than you?” I joke,
the same.” Sinclair reasons, even as he
it’s very obvious when he’s in control. You start acting
look down at me with a foreboding expression.
I mean.” I laugh, rolling my
He concedes, eyes glittering. “but the real question is why you’re delaying something you need just as badly as
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