The Lycan's Innocent Mate

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Which hurt, for he believed those two would not betray him. Who was he fooling? He deserved it.

With a sigh he tried to form a solid smile but that faltered as his precious mate sprang up and scooted away.

He didn't have the previlege to get hurt.

Avery squinted her eyes as her head did hip hops, it was fuzzy and she was preferring to keep distant between him and herself so she had clutched the sheet to herself in attempts to cover the hard peaks of her breasts which were on display for him to feast on.

Being ravished brutally and none too gently in this state was not on her bucket list.

She looked away as her hair shielded her face, she was waiting for him to make a move or a sign or just a order for her to get out of his room so she would return to the little safety of her small bedroom, where she could cry freely.

She waited but no response came, she wasn't going to let him see her bawling because after the pain he put her through that was the most logical way to end her sadness and brace herself and her baby for more.

The baby.

Was it okay? Was it alive? Fear gripped her heart as her feet touched the cold ground leaving her to shudder, she needed to get to her room and see if her baby was okay. A tear slipped her eye as she thought of losing the baby.

She stood up to only wobble and fall back, warmth secured her from her backside as he pulled her up from the waist and lay her back, "Don't move," he ordered as she pondered over his new intentions.

Pain. Emotional torture. A bruised and broken body.

What else can he do? Kill h33 or abort the baby. The only things left to prove her of his heartless soul for once and for all.

As he tucked the covers under her chin she turned her back on him, it was hot but when the air conditioners are on you always need a spread at least.

The caress of his hand on her waist awakened responses she wasn't sure she had any control of.

The pleasing thickening of her waist made his hands linger their longer. "Are you hungry?" He questioned, the obnoxious tone of his house was hard to leave unnoticed.

She shook her head and for her stomach it surely was a improper time to protest. Her cheeks would be ripe tomatoes, she was sure.

"I'll bring you something to eat, lay back and don't try to move." He was stern about his warning and she knew better than to disobey.

She was confused about his kindness and concern. Was it possible he was guilty? She contained a scoff at her optism, it would get her nowhere.

When he returned back in the room she heard a brief click and then the bed dipped, the attack on her nostrils was strong. She sat straight up and a pant left her mouth before she inhaled, then everything she had in her stomach was right beside the bed on the floor. She gripped the edge of the mattress emptying what maybe were the last contents of her stomach.

A fear too strong gripped Lysander as he moved closer to pull her hair back, once he noticed the tears as she coughed out, he swooped her into his arms carefully avoiding the vomit and taking her into the bathroom.

He gently placed her on the counter and saw her lean back clutching her head, he realised she couldn't support her weight so he lifted her in her arms and turned the tap on, his hands sought her hair back and she took the sign to lean towards the sink and rinse her mouth, one hand clutching his shoulder while the other gripped the edge of the skin, he loosened her grip and pulled her back doing the rest of the washing himself. He used his hands to wet her face and neck as she leaned into his chest. He knew her head was way too heavy to support itself, it was aching for sure.

When he was done he took her out the room and straight to his study laying her down on the couch, he mind linked Asher and soon he was in the house, he hesitated to ask her what made her feel nauseated and would she be able to eat anything? He sat down and brushed some hair off her face, his thumb drew lines on her cheek as she sighed softly. "Avery?" He called softly, he didn't wanted her running, yet again. "Hmmph?" Her response was timid and reluctant. "You have to eat something, please," he pleaded, his voice was betraying him even. She shook her head again, Lysander sighed running a hand through his hair. Damn it all to hell. "I'm going to bring the food here and I'll feed you myself," he informed ready to strode where the food still layed untouched on the bed. As warm skin touched his hands he went stiff, all sorts of country song sparks and mate electricity took place. "I dont want to eat that, please." She begged her eyes opened, he turned around to look at her, her eyes were soft as he with great tenderness interlocked their hands, "You have to, you're starving, being stubborn will get you nowhere." He admonished softly. "Anything but that because..." She almost told him she was pregnant and could not eat all that greasy food, "I don't like it," She whispered trying to unlock their hands but his hands were firm.