Chapter 17: CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Are you ready ma'am

Ariana’s POV.

“What! You want to go home? Why what happened?” He asked, his voice laced with surprise.

I looked at him and cleared my throat, “I miss home, I think am home sick,” I lied to him hoping he could buy it, but I was kidding.

“You are missing the same home that have hurt you? The same people that have hurt you?” He asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

My mouth went dry and I swallowed, my heart rising and falling with fear, as he walked towards me, his eyes racking me. Instantly the room felt too small for both of us.

He was just an inch away from me, his breath hitting on me and his gaze cold and hard as he stared at me.

“Ariana, is anything wrong? He asked, his voice unwavering.

My heart was pounding and I squeezed my hands in my clothes, my eyes darting everywhere in the room.

“No,” was the curt response I forced myself to say, afraid my voice would fail me.

“One thing I hate is when one lies, for the last time is anything wrong? I swear I won’t be mad,” He asked, his voice low and measured.

I looked at him contemplating telling him about the pregnancy. But I shoved it aside, him saying he won’t be mad was simply because he doesn’t know the gravity of what’s happening.

I shook my head, “If anything is wrong you will be the first person to know,” I responded, my cheeks hurt as I strained it, forcing myself to smile.

“Fine,” he muttered, gritting his teeth as he stepped aside with his hands at his back. I wiped my hands in the towel and walked out of the bathroom his footsteps echoing behind me.

I needed to leave this house to have my space and think about this pregnancy, my life and everything. If I stay one more day here I can swear Brian would find out about this baby. The signs are just glaring, I needed space. As much as I hated going to my pack, that’s the only place I can tell Brian I want to go without him suspecting me.

“When do you plan on going?” He asked, his voice echoing in the room.

I set the food down and opened it as I silently prayed I won’t feel nauseous again. If I should go to the bathroom and empty my stomach Brian would definitely suspect me.

“When do you plan on going?” He asked again, as if to remind me he asked a question.

“If possible today,” I said, turning to see him trying to gauge his expression but his face was blank.

“Hmmm,” he hummed in response. “Get ready after breakfast, Wilson will drop you off,” he said in a cold voice. I nodded, returning my gaze back to my food.

I couldn’t help but wonder what he’s thinking, so I stole a few glances at him. He sat down, his brow furrowed as his hands clenched in his lap. I wondered if he was mad at him.

With trembling hands I shoved the food into my mouth, as I had lost appetite to eat this but I have no choice right now than to eat. Suddenly I choked coughing out loud, I felt Brian’s hands patting my back as I gulped a cup of water in one goal.

I exhaled slowly, dropping the glass of water. “Thanks,” I whispered but all I got was a curt nod. He turned on his heels and walked away.

I pushed the food aside and stood up as I pulled my clothes and walked to the bathroom. I put on the shower and I tried to bath with soap when I began to feel dizzy again. I moved to the faucet and on it as I began to empty my stomach all again. The good I had eaten a while ago is gone.

I cleared the mess I had created and showered. As I stepped out I moved to my wardrobe and brought out my big gown that revealed an atom of my shape.

My boobs were looking swollen, before now I was having little doubts about going but now, I knew I had to go. I put it on and applied simple makeup that accentuated my face. I applied some red lipsticks. I packed my air leaving two strands.

I dropped my small box as I began to fold my clothes. Me going home means, I have to be extra careful, my stepmom and step sister would try to know the reason why I’m here and if she’s find out they won’t hesitate to call Brian or try to kill my pup.

There was a soft knock on the door, and I walked towards it and opened it with a wide smile. Wilson waved at me.

“Are you ready ma’am?” Wilson asked, his voice soft and clear.

“Yes, give me a minute,” I mumbled and I returned back. I closed my backpack, I picked my black

I picked up my jacket and put it on, as I dragged my box with me when I got to the door, Wilson took the bag away from me and we headed out.

I stylishly peeked at Brian’s office and he was not there when I got to the sitting room, he was still not there and I looked around but there was no sign of Brian.

“Where’s the Lycan King,” I asked in a curious voice as I held my breath.

“He’s out for important work,” Wilson muttered, smiling.

I give him a smile that never reaches my eyes, my stomach churned. I was thinking I would get a goodbye hug from him, if not as a wife bit at least as a friend.

As we stepped out the cool air hit me and I couldn't help but be happy I had put on my jacket outside. And then I caught Lilly standing at the car door and I stared at her suprised.

“What are you doing here?” I asked my voice laced with curiosity.

“The Lycan King asked me to follow you,” she said, smiling vividly.

I smiled nodding my head. I didn’t know if I should be happy or sad that Lily was following me. She’s Brian’s servant first before my friend, that's the rules, royally to the throne. So trusting her was hard.

Wilson opened the door for me and I stepped inside, relaxing my back. I relaxed my back and closed my eyes.

A small voice kept nagging at me that I was making a mistake.