Chapter 62

The next morning, sunlight crept gently into the room, casting pale lines across the tangled sheets. Kathy blinked awake, feeling the uncomfortable tightness of her skin—dry and salty from the tears she had shed the night before. She remembered how her sobs had finally faded into exhausted sleep, the emotional ache lingering as a dull weight in her chest.

She shifted slightly, her first instinct to reach for a glass of water or maybe to wash her face, hoping the coolness would soothe away the remnants of yesterday’s pain. But as she looked up, she saw Anthony, still deep in slumber beside her, his arm draped protectively around her waist. His breathing was slow and peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil still stirring inside her.

Curiosity and affection mingled as Kathy reached out and gently rubbed his cheek, feeling the roughness of stubble that suggested he hadn’t shaved in days. She traced her fingers along his jaw, pausing for a moment to appreciate the simple intimacy of the morning.

As she tried to sit up, Anthony stirred, eyelids fluttering as he slowly woke to the gentle touch on his cheek. He opened his eyes and found Kathy gazing down at his arm, her expression a mix of worry and tenderness. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he shifted, propped himself up on one elbow, and leaned over to press a soft kiss against the side of her head.

“Why were you biting yourself?” Kathy asked quietly, her fingers still hesitating over the marks, voice tinged with concern.

Anthony hesitated, his eyes searching hers for understanding. “It was the only way for me to control Max from him not attacking you. It was very painful for me to keep doing it because of your scent making him want to mate with you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud made the memory sting more. He squeezed her hand softly, hoping she would understand the lengths he’d gone to protect her, even at his own expense.

Kathy glanced around at the disheveled room, sheets rumpled and pillows askew, then looked back at Anthony. “I will let ask Frances if he can have the servant to clean this room,” she said softly, wanting to restore a sense of order and comfort to the space. The thought of someone taking care of the mess made her feel just a little lighter, as though the emotional weight from the night before might begin to lift with the clutter.

Before Kathy could slide out of bed, Anthony gently rested his hand on her stomach, the gesture both protective and reverent. Kathy felt a sudden rush of warmth to her cheeks, blushing at the intimacy and implication as she shifted beneath his touch. Sensing her movement, Anthony pulled her back into the bed, wrapping both arms securely around her to keep her close. He buried his nose into the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent as if anchoring himself in the comfort and hope she brought.

Kathy giggled softly, nudging Anthony as she felt his arms tighten around her. “Um… Anthony, we have to take a shower, and get something to eat. I’m hungry and I know you are too,” she said, her tone playful yet practical. Anthony grinned, reluctant to let go, but the mention of food and the prospect of a fresh start to the morning coaxed him to loosen his embrace.

Before Anthony could finish, he gazed at Kathy with wonder and a hint of disbelief. “I heard that I am going to be a father of two babies,” he said, voice trembling slightly with emotion as he tried to process the joyful revelation.

Kathy nodded, her eyes bright with a mixture of nerves and excitement. “Yes, you are,” she replied softly. “Only Miles and Sarah know—I didn’t tell anyone else. I went to the hospital to confirm the pregnancy before it could happen. Then you weren’t yourself by the time Theo and I got there. Miles was protecting Sarah from you because nobody knew what was going on. It wasn’t until Miles said you were in rut, and luckily the royal guard knocked you out and took you back into the palace and put you in this room,” she explained, her voice gentle but steady as she recounted the chaotic events that led up to this moment.

Anthony listened intently, his expression shifting from confusion to relief as he processed Kathy’s words. The pieces of the past few days began to fall into place, and he squeezed her hand reassuringly, grateful for her honesty and for the support of their friends.

As she is getting out of the bed to get his shorts, which it was on the floor, say so pick them up, so that when Kathy looks at him as Anthony rubs his hand through his head and his eyes aren’t golden or blue but green. She could look away from him because he eyes pulled her in as she was waling toward the bed to hand him his shorts once they touch hand there sparks went through their bodies that made her body feel alive. They can’t stay in this room because they have to get something to eat. Therefore, she stands back to see him putting them on but Anthony is probably weak so she is going to help him to their bedroom for a shower and goes downstairs for breakfast and face her mother Grace and Anthony better be ready for meeting his actual parents.

In the dining room, Grace, Seth, Queen Vanessa and Frances are eating their breakfast they want to wait until Miles, Sarah, Kathy and Anthony join them but Grace probably thinks that Kathy don’t want to see her. Seth who is sitting next to her rubs her hand ensure that Kathy will come around.

“Grace don’t worry Kathy will come around, just give her time,” said Seth

“I know, I was trying my best to leave her clues but I hope we can sit down and talk so I can explain everything to her of why I didn’t come back for her,”

“Yes, it going to be hard for us telling Anthony that he is our son, so I don’t know how he feels about that,”

While the parents are eating, they just have to wait and see if the couple come downstairs.

Miles and Sarah came out of the bedroom to see Anthony and Kathy walking down the hall heading toward their bedroom for a shower and fresh clothes.

“We will see you two for breakfast,”

“Yes… sure,”

As Anthony and Kathy approached their room, Sarah offered a warm smile and said, “Um…Luna and Alpha, congratulations.” Her tone was gentle, tinged with excitement and support, while Miles gave them both an encouraging nod. Kathy blushed, glancing at Anthony, and he managed a grateful smile in return, feeling the weight of the moment and the kindness from their friends.

“Thank you, just keep to yourself until we are ready to tell them downstairs,” said Kathy. She gave Sarah a reassuring smile, hoping her friend understood the need for caution before the big reveal. Anthony glanced at Kathy, his nerves visible, but he nodded in agreement, grateful for her steady presence beside him.

Yes, Luna,” said Miles

As those two went downstairs, Kathy opened the door for them, nudging it wider with her shoulder so they could both step inside. With a gentle kick, she closed the door quietly behind them, seeking a moment of privacy away from the others. Anthony made his way over to the edge of the bed, sitting down heavily as the morning’s events played through his mind. Meanwhile, Kathy walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of running water providing a soothing backdrop to the whirlwind of emotions hanging in the air.

Kathy came back into the room and pulled Anthony into the bathroom and toward the shower where stream is coming to relax his muscles, he took his shorts and put them in the basket. Kathy took off all her clothes and step inside with him, close the shower door. The hot water poured onto their body. Kathy reaches for the body wash and smells it's got that fruity and lemon scent to it, so she got a rag squeeze some on there and start to rub it on Anthony body but his chest is hard once she looks up to see his eyes are golden and Max is there.

“Miles come back Anthony control,”

“Why should I?” said Max

“As right now I can’t deal with your sexually impulse, Anthony been biting himself to keep you under control,”

Max’s voice deepened, revealing a raw honesty. “Yes, that is true because your scent is driving me crazy—so is Anthony. Every time you leave that room, we’ve been dreaming about you, to the point where we have to release ourselves in the shower. Or just sit under cold water and try to calm down.” The confession hung in the steamy air, a mix of vulnerability and longing that made Kathy pause, her own pulse quickening in response.

“I didn’t know that, wait that why you was passed out in the shower because you was in the rut and my scent made it worse,” said Kathy

“Yes, a lot worse. I was thinking about tonight it can be just us,”

“Oh okay,”

“Good, I will be waiting for that night,”

After the shower, Anthony and Kathy dried off and rummaged through their bags for fresh clothes, knowing they needed to head downstairs before breakfast ended. Kathy left her hair loose, slipping on a blue shirt, black leggings, and ballet shoes. Anthony pulled his hair back into a ponytail and buttoned up a crisp shirt over blue jean. Together, they stepped out of the room and moved down the hallway, bracing themselves to face whatever awaited them at breakfast.