Chapter 57
ELARA’S POV
Three Weeks Later.
I stirred awake to the sensation of my gut twisting. It had been difficult to rest during the nights recently, my body heat fluctuating wildly, my mouth feeling odd as my temperament kept flipping.
One instant I’d feel fine, the next I’d desire all people gone from my view. A moan slipped from my mouth as I pushed myself to sit straight.
Since the event involving Ryker and facing Seraphina’s antics once more, I sensed depleted. Yet, due to Kael, this round all she managed was delivering lethal stares and muted phrases muttered quietly.
“Are you alright, Miss Elara?” Clara, whom I hadn’t spotted, inquired, her gaze scanning me with a blend of worry and a sort of grim fascination.
“Of course, I am.” I moaned, raising myself off the mattress like an awkward lazy animal. My frame seemed feeble, more feeble than I’d ever experienced.
Three weeks had passed since our arrival and still I remained feeble. Initially I assumed it stemmed from the strain of the travel and the episode with Ryker, but my frame indicated differently. It exceeded that. but what?
“I’m okay, Just somewhat weary.” I answered, my tone a hoarse murmur, proof of the unyielding fatigue that had turned into my steady partner.
“Should I fetch you some water?”
“Yes, please,” I muttered, “And perhaps some nourishment? I’m famished.”
I gripped my belly which was rumbling. The appetite formed an unexpected opposition to the queasiness that had tormented me over the recent days.
“Naturally. I’ll return shortly” She grinned and exited my chamber, abandoning me solitary with my whirling ideas and quiet. I remained there on the mattress, dangling my limbs in the breeze, my thoughts yet spinning from the upheaval of the previous weeks.
The entrance squeaked ajar, I pivoted my skull, anticipating Clara, but it was Kael. A scowl carved itself into my mouth. I truly lacked the inclination for visitors, particularly his.
“Hi,” he stated, his tone gentle, a reverse extreme to the disorder that yet churned about me.
“Hey,” I responded in a monotone. This wasn’t precisely a friendly visit, I wasn’t displeased to encounter him, not precisely. My temperament fluctuations, though, rendered that unclear. I’d been on a sentimental thrill ride recently, a frantic journey packed with dips. So deep they were essentially subterranean, and peaks scarcely counting as more than a minor uplift.
“How do you feel?” He questioned, his stare fervent, gaze probing mine.
“Like crap,” I replied far too swiftly, desiring to conclude the exchange and withdraw into the cozy shell of my personal woe. Attributing it entirely to Kael seemed pitiful, but oh. It was so alluring. I realized it was largely my responsibility, a reality I could never fully evade.
“Temperament shifts?” He questioned, laughing. A noise that appeared as though he grasped what I was enduring. My frame relaxed.
“Well,“I lifted my shoulders, pretending as though I wasn’t troubled, “ I simply feel like garbage.” In truth, it was accurate, I sensed like a sack of crushed feelings, a disordered jumble of chemicals of remorse.
Maybe I lacked knowledge on managing my feelings correctly and this was transpiring.
An exhale escaped his mouth, he settled across on a seat. “It occurs,” he stated, extending his palm and resting it on mine, offering it a soft press. “I’m regretful for all of it, Elara, but I vow I’ll compensate you. I lack knowledge how yet, but I promise I will.”
I ventured to gaze him straight in the gaze. He appeared grave, completely remorseful, as though he lacked willingness to retreat and I needed to confess, a tiny spark of something similar to optimism kindled inside me despite my efforts to conceal it.
I uttered nothing, merely continued gazing into his gaze, then abruptly Ronan’s golden gaze glimmered. A scowl carved on my mouth as I softly pulled back my palm. “Don’t trouble.” I stated, nibbling my bottom lip to stop myself from weeping. At this stage I lacked knowledge what else to accomplish. Precisely when I required Kael to embrace our connection, he dismissed it, and now that Ronan had dismissed our connection due to my foolishness, Kael desired me returned. What was I to accomplish? What’s the correct action to take?
A scowl shaped on his mouth but he didn’t urge more. He simply remained there, gazing into emptiness. I loathed to confess, but his attendance resembled a subdued solace amid the tempest surrounding us.
Clara arrived disrupting the quiet, but I was pleased that she did. “I’m present, oh,” she inhaled when her gaze settled on Kael. “Good morning Lycan.” She offered a tiny incline as she set a platter of newly pressed liquid and a dish of nourishment on my mattress.
“Good morning Clara,” Kael grinned at her, “Thank you for watching over her.”
“It’s my duty,” Clara answered in a kind tone, “You don’t need to express gratitude to me.”
I exaggeratedly rolled my gaze and ripped my gaze from both of them, my focus now centered on the platter next to me but the instant the aroma of the nourishment hit my nose, my gut twisted even more intensely than prior.
I lacked even the ability to comprehend what was imminent before I started to retch, an abrupt, fierce ejection that settled on Kael’s knees.
“Miss Elara?” Clara screeched, bewilderment clear on her features as she hurried to my flank, tapping my rear as I hacked and panted for air.
“I’m so regretful,” I whispered to Kael, my face aflame with embarrassment. My sight dimmed, the space slanted about me. I could sense myself collapsing, the noises of their tones diminishing, turning warped and unclear as I plummeted into oblivion.
A Few Hours Later.
I stirred in the clinic, the aroma of plants and disinfectant keen in my nose. My gaze shifted to the physician who positioned next to me, a grin pulled at his mouth. As Kael rested across from me, his look carved into something I couldn’t interpret.
Sorrow?
Remorse?
It appeared like a blend of both and I pondered why.
“What occurred?” I questioned, incapable of grasping why the environment was strange.
“Congratulations, Miss Elara,” The physician radiated.
“On what?” I questioned, completely perplexed by his abrupt declaration.
“You’re pregnant.”
My gaze burst wide ajar. I was pregnant? Without any uncertainty….this infant was Ronan’s.
I was pregnant with Ronan’s offspring?