Chapter 170-1
Troy
Kiana was throwing up again. I’d slept fitfully next to her, wishing desperately that she would curl
up in my arms like she used to, but neither one of us had been able to relax. We both woke up at
dawn, and in some desperation to feel normal, I’d ordered breakfast for us. We barely talked while
we ate, and the tension was about to drive me insane. I knew she was frustrated with me, but I just
couldn’t tell her the truth. Not until I knew how to explain it to her.
Whether it was the baby or the chasm between us, but one minute she was eating her toast and
the next she was racing to the bathroom and hurling. Standing outside of it, I closed my eyes and
tried to ignore the pain tightening in my chest. This was supposed to be my time to shine. To get
her whatever she needed, to rub her feet and assure her that I still found her sexy despite being all
pale and sweaty. To tell her that she was amazing for growing a baby shifter inside of her.
I wanted to be a father. I wanted to love this baby, to plan for a future, but Claudine and her fucking plan had stolen all of that from me. Instead, I was standing there with clenched fists trying to
decide how to tell her that I wanted her to get a fucking abortion.
Fuck, I couldn’t even formulate the words.
“Can I get you some water,” I finally asked hoarsely. Smooth, Alpha.
“No,” she said roughly. “You should probably just leave. This might be awhile, and I know that it’s
not pretty.”
Stay. Comfort her. Help her.
“Go, Troy,” she sighed. “I know you want to. Elonso is here, and London is due today. I’m sure you have stuff to go. It’s just morning sickness. You don’t need to worry, assuming you are worried.”
I was worried, but not about her vomiting. “Saul mentioned that you haven’t gone to see him yet.
He’s ordered that you visit so he can make sure that you are healthy. And that the um…”
“Baby is healthy?” She finished. “Goddess, Troy, you can’t even say the word? Are you really so scared of bonding with it that you can’t acknowledge it? We need to work through this.”
I didn’t want to let her keep thinking that was the problem, but it was easier than telling her the
truth. “Fine, see Saul and then join us. He’s clearing his schedule so he can do the full work-up.”
She started dry heaving again, and I left and headed to my office. Elonso and his men were sleeping late to make up for the two nights they hadn’t slept, so I had a few hours to catch-up on mundane pack stuff. Willa was taking over security so Jenson could be more at my side, and I still
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had distribution lists to okay, keeping in mind that we were entering the winter, and the roads would be covered in snow and ice soon. There were hierarchy challenges to schedule and juvenile hunts to organize. The normal stuff helped ground me and whittle away the hours.
London and his men arrived in the same filthy and bloodied manner that Elonso and his men had. His men were sent to the barracks as soon as they arrived, but London had opted to meet us in
one of my meeting rooms where I was gathered with Elonso, Lunessa, Jenson, and Evalina.
London’s stench hit me before he walked in.
“London!” Lunessa gasped and ran to him, stopping short. “What happened to you?”
“I lost two men is what happened,” he said grimly. “The rogues have lost their fucking minds. When
this is all over, I have half a mind to cull them.”
My heart sank. Two more good wolves dead because of Claudine. This nightmare needed to end.
“Do you need to shift or visit the healer?” I asked grimly.
“No. None of this blood is mine.”
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