The Lycan's Innocent Mate

11

"Tell me what you'd like to eat," his question made her more confused. Since when did he care?

"I don't know," She replied truthfully. 

Her eyes closed and she rested them a bit trying to find peace, the headache was too strong. 

"How about I get you some melon and lemonade?" He wasn't thinking when he said that, he remembered when Emily told him she was pregnant when she wasn't, he had read many books and took advice from the best doctors. He couldn't give her pills to relieve her headache and melon would most likely set her stomach right.

The idea of that food didn't really made her want to vomit so she nodded.

Lysander stood up not wanting to leave her hand but did so, he mind linked Asher about setting the tray so he could come and bring it upstairs. Meanwhile he cleaned the vomit and discarded the tray of food in the waste bin outside.

Well, that was a first. He thought. He had others doing his work for God knows how long. 

He once again reached her to lift her in her arms and lay her back on the comfortable mattress, her shirt was wet and he was definitely having a very hard time trying to not look at the roundness of her breasts and the erect peaks.

He shook his head at his thoughts, she was not even conscious. 

He pulled another one of his tees and tried not to look when he discarded the former. 

Asher knocked on the door and he in 3 strides went and retrieved the tray containing freshly cut melon in cubes, a tempting lemonade alongside some green tea. 

"Alpha, I called down Mrs Trey, she insisted she should take a look at Luna, just to make sure nothing is wrong. She suggests you should be by her side at all times, a Lycan pregnancy can take a toll on her health since she's a human, it might be far worse." He listened to Asher closely before giving him his approval and locking the door. Her health didn't look good at all and it would effect the baby in the worse way. . .

He didn't even wanted to think about it. No, she couldn't lose the baby and he couldn't lose any of them.

"Avery? Wake up," She could hear him call her but she paid him no mind. She was tired and spent, too exhausted. 

The exotic and fresh smell of melon brought her senses to a heightened pleasure and her eyes opened, she tried to sit up but failed, Lysander's arms slipped through her waist as he supported her with a pillow on her back, he carefully placed breakfast in a bed table on her lap, "Is this making you nauseated?" He furrowed his eyebrows, Avery's very much lifeless and void of emotion eyes met his, she swallowed hard before replying, "I wasn't nauseated, I have not eaten in a while, so...." she murmured, trying to cover up, she didn't want him knowing about the baby, she didn't wanted to risk it's life to his monstrous father.

Lysander knew she was trying to hide her pregnancy, she had every goddamn reason to do so. She wasn't going to beam up at him and tell the news of her pregnancy, she also didn't think he would have hooted and swept her off her feet to only kiss her and whisper how happy he was.

Unplanned or not, he did care for his child, he might still not want it and he would admit that if she wasn't in her third week he would have given anything to abort the child, but it was way too late. When a werewolf pregnancy hits the third week, chances go walkin' just like his wits went walkin' when he didn't use any protection or took matters more carefully. He was told Emily had cursed him and he would never be able to father a child, it didn't effect him at that time. He didn't plan on fathering a child. He was in no way fit for the role, absolutely no. His own father was a cruel bastard, what if he ended up like him?

He couldn't. He couldn't. He had to make sure Avery and their baby were somewhere far and safe once the baby comes to this world. He couldn't risk them both. He could take pleasure in watching them from afar, pictures would be enough too. He would give anything for their smiles and he wouldn't have them lacking any luxury in life. He deserved none of these angels of his.

As he saw her nibbling on a medium sized cube he only got more aroused, he couldn't hurt her further. That was for sure. He reminded himself again and again, no matter how strong the urges might be.

He wanted to teach her his ways, if she had bent to his will he would have left her alone, if she hadn't struggled he wouldn't have hurt her. Why couldn't he convince himself that every women was not Emily?

The realisation he almost killed his child was far too much to handle, he wanted throw his head back and howl in pain, just like his wolf who all of a sudden had melted his stone strong ice walls. 

How could he ever forgive himself?

He shook his head and prayed these five months would be over soon so he could send their baby and Avery to safety. No matter how much his heart constricted in pain at the thought. It had to be done.