Chapter 43.-2
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I chuckled at my dark humor, but all I heard was an echo. Still, it was nice chatting with her, even if she couldn’t hear me or chat back.
I’m in a tangle with Rhyson, and I don’t know how to extricate myself. His idea of us co-parenting is sweet, but it’s born from naivety. He can’t just kill my father, and my father will never let Rhyson have control of this child. There are only two roads for me, and both of them are bleak.
I wish you could help me make the decision. He’s your child too. Your little wolf cub. I bet you’d be an excellent mother.
“Nyx, you can stop now. Are you in pain? Open your eyes.”
At the sound of Irene’s urgency, I opened my eyes and stared at her. Janelle was in the room, and they were both staring at me. “What? What happened?”
“You were crying, and you weren’t responding to me. I’ve been trying to get you to sit up for a few minutes now. Is the magic hurting you?”
Reaching up, I wiped my face with my hand, and it came back wet. “Sorry. I’ve never really talked to my wolf like that before. I don’t think I’ve ever talked to anyone like that before. I guess I got a little
lost and overwhelmed.”
Embarrassed, I turned away and tried to gain control of myself. I was crying in front of two women
I barely knew, and my wolf hadn’t even budged.
“Your internal monologue is therapy. Mine is constant arguments,” Irene said with a chuckle. “We
should feed you and get you some water. We’re under strict instructions to make sure you eat
every two hours, or I believe your mate will rip out one of my eyeballs. His words. Not mine.”
“Again, he’s not my mate, and I’m sorry he said that. He’s used to bossing people around, and he’s
out of his element here. Having said that, I am hungry. Why did Kiana go with them?”
“She’s a null. Oh fuck,” Janelle grumbled. “You tricked me.”
I chuckled. I’d been trying to get that information out of them all morning. There was something strange about Kiana, and I wanted to make sure she’d be helpful to Rhyson. I’d seen her fight. I knew she was a badass, but he’d be worried about her constantly.
Over dinner, they explained what a null was, and I was impressed. “It makes sense that so many different creatures could thrive here on the mountain. Outside, wolves are too worried about
society, and about hiding who they are, but also status and power. There is that here, but not to the
same extent. It’s so much wilder and closer to nature.”
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Janelle’s lip twitched. “You like it.”
“I love it,” I admitted. “This is the safest I’ve felt in a long time.”
“Would that have anything to do with a certain king who can’t take his eyes off you?” Irene asked. The one you say isn’t your mate?”
“It’s just lust,” I said, hating that there was a ping of regret in my voice. “He needs a mate for his wolf, especially given his station outside the mountain, and he’ll never have that with me. Not to mention right now, he just feels guilty. He made some assumptions about me, and he’s struggling with that. And he’s worried about the baby. His baby.”
I placed my hand over my belly. I was worried about the baby as well. Worried about whether he’d
live long enough to be born. If he’d be born with my curse. What his future looked like. Whether I’d
be a good mother.
Whether I’d be his mother at all.
Janelle and Irene both looked at me with sympathy. Hating that, I quickly changed the subject until
we could get back to the spells. An hour into my strange salt circle, with Janelle still poring over
books and Irene chanting softly over me, the door to the coven room opened, and Kiana stumbled
- She was covered in blood.
“Shit blew up right in our faces. I think Nash is dead, and Rhyson is gone.”
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