Chapter 169-2
London would feel the same. He wouldn’t want to do it, but if it was the mountain or me, there was
no other choice. I couldn’t even blame them for it.
Stopping suddenly, he sniffed the air and frowned. “You’re pregnant.”
“Ah-hah! But you didn’t know before me! That makes two of you! Well, three if you count Lunessa.”
“What are you talking about?”
I waved my hand. “Nothing. It’s not important. Yes, I’m pregnant, so if Claudine could wait until
after I’ve given birth to kidnap me and sacrifice me to her spell, I’d appreciate it.”
“I doubt she knows.” He frowned. “I found a secret vault in Morven’s bedchambers before I
stripped it of everything. Journals that made my skin crawl. He suspected that you wouldn’t survive the spell, so he never planned on giving you to her. He had a panic bunker built in secret that he planned on keeping you in. When Troy claimed you as a mate, Morven was furious. He openly defied Claudine, and she told him about the prophecies. The one that said no one would touch you before the sacrifice.”
“I was supposed to be a virgin? No wonder my father didn’t let anyone have sex with me. I don’t suppose I’m ruined now since I’m clearly not a virgin anymore.”
He started walking again. “I don’t think the land cares if you’ve fucked anyone, but I find it interesting that the prophecy would have gotten something wrong, or at least it was relayed to Claudine wrong. There’s hope in that.”
“One little detail? As you said, I doubt the land cares if I’m a virgin or not, but maybe.”
“So, what’s the plan?”
We broke through the woods, and I stared up at the house. “I guess we’ll find out together when
London gets here tomorrow.”
Troy was furious that Elonso had come early and hadn’t gone straight to the house, but it gave him
an excuse to avoid me for a couple of hours. I ate dinner alone, shocking, but he did return before
midnight. I was sitting cross-legged in the bed, rereading the journals that London had given me. I didn’t know if it would help, but maybe learning something about my ancestors would help me learn how to be a ternary.
Surprised by his early arrival, I stared at him. He started to undress. “Did you feel Lucy?”
“I did. And I wanted to call you to see how you were doing, but you hadn’t texted me all day,
certainly not to tell me that alphas were coming, so I figured you were busy.”
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Chapter 169-2
Mens
With a sigh, he sat on the bed. “I’m sorry, Kiana. I should have called you. I’m floundering, and I’m
hurting you. I don’t know how to fix it.”
“You could talk to me? I know how you’re feeling about this baby, now. I could die before it’s even born, and I have thought of that. I think about it every day. I want to give this baby everything. I
want to survive this.”
“Kiana…”
“I don’t want to be looking over journals about my ancestors and worried who is going to kidnap me. I want to be reading books about parenting. I have no idea how to be a mother. I need to start learning stuff now, and we definitely need to start ordering baby supplies. I know that there’s a donation center for new babies, but there are six other females pregnant in the pack. Supplies
might run thin.”
I was still running my mouth when he wrapped me in his arms and kissed the top of my head. “I spent time with Finn today. I was with him when I felt Lucy’s death. I had to tell him.”
Oh, shit. Closing my eyes, I rested my head against his chest and reveled in his warmth. “I’m sorry.
How did he react?”
“Coldly.”
“He’s shielding himself,” I sighed. “And so are you. I’ve been running my mouth, but what I really want is for you to talk to me. Like you used to.”
“We will,” he whispered. “We will, when it’s safe.”
“When it’s safe?” Staring up at him, I scowled. “And do you have any idea when that will be? Tomorrow? Next week? Four years? There’s no timeline here, Troy. I need to focus on what’s happening right now.”
“Good. You focus on the baby, and I will focus on everything else.”
The moment was over. Pulling away, I turned my back on him. “I’m scared too, Troy, but I thought we were doing this together. I thought we were going to do everything together.”
“You’re too close to this, Kiana. One day, you’ll forgive me. I hope. And at least you’ll be alive to forgive me.”
“Forgive you?” What the hell? We were talking about being at odds with each other. It was an annoying fight, but we’d move past it. I didn’t need to forgive him for it. “What will you need forgiveness for?”
“Saving you.”
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