Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Silas POV

She has been hiding from me all day, it is really starting to piss me. Why couldn’t she just be in the same room as me? When dinner time came, I walk upstairs to the room only to find her not there. Where did she go? I swear she said she had been in the room, though her scent isn’t that strong like she hadn’t been in here since this morning. Walking back out, I look for her only to run into Pluto.

“Have you seen Elora?” I ask him. He nods.

“Yeah in her room,” he says pointing down the corridor. I turn on my heel going to her old room, pissed off. She knows this room isn’t fixed yet. Pushing the door open, I am a little shocked to find it cleaned up, though there is a terrible draft, the wood isn’t completely sealed against the stone walls. She looks up as I enter, next to the fireplace trying to get the kindle to catch a light with a lighter.

“You can’t stay in here you will freeze,” I tell her, stepping in.

“I will be fine, you can go,” she says, and I can feel how pissed off she is with our mates for ditching her. Jealousy hits me at her only ever wanting them near. I watch her struggle with the kindle, which is too wet to light with the lighter. I am nearly tempted to leave her with it just to force her out of this room.

“Just sleep in the room, I will sleep in the study,” I tell her. She shakes her head stubbornly. “Elora!” I call out to her, and she looks up at me.

“Just leave, I don't want you in here!” she snaps, and I growl low at her tone. Her eyes fill with worry. Just walk away, walk away, I tell myself when I want nothing more than to drag her out kicking and screaming to where I know she will be warmer and my son not freezing solid inside her overnight.

I turn about to leave when I stop. I turn around and walk over to her before bending down, I suck in a breath before blowing it out, which heats the room instantly. Elora jumps back as the logs become engulfed in flame. I then walk out, leaving her like she wanted. Trying to remember she is pregnant and hormonal, and not realising how rude she just came off.

Walking off, I go make dinner, slamming the pots and pans around a little too loudly in my anger while I try and find the frypan I like using. Pluto walked in to see what the commotion was.

“You right buddy?” he asks, and I glare at him without meaning to. He puts his hands up. “Hey, just checking on you,” he says.

“I’m fine Elora is just being difficult,” I tell him, and he steps into the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t take it personally. I have seen her snap at Dragus a few times,” he says, which actually shocks me as they always seem so cozy around each other.

“Well for me it is personal because the woman hates me.”

“She will come around, Elora is forgiving.” I nod, not really believing him. “Want some help?”

“If you want, where is your brother?” I ask him.

“In the city with his girlfriend.”

“He has a girlfriend already?” I ask.

“Yeah, not a mate though, just some bird he likes,” he says before looking at the pots and pans. “What are we making?”

“Hamburgers, you can butter the buns when they come out of the grill.”

Pluto nods, placing the buns in while I start frying onion and the patties.

Elora POV

Silas was right, this room is freezing, I know he’s angry with the way I spoke to him, and I feel guilty for snapping. He came in and placed dinner on the table, telling me to eat before walking out.

I didn’t even have a chance to thank him. He leaves as soon as he comes in. After eating, I lay in bed, freezing. The draft is awful and makes a horrid whistling noise as it comes through the gaps. Getting up, I stoke the fire, trying to warm my hands. The logs are nearly gone, making the fire dwindle. Grabbing my dressing gown, I put my slippers on, going to get more. I walk outside to find it is snowing. I hated the weather here, one minute it was fine the next, it snowed, never an in between. I can’t wait for summer, at least then the days were longer and a little warmer. Though it was never truly hot, not with the mountains surrounding the place blocking the sun most of the time, the nights were usually still cold.

Walking outside, my feet freeze instantly, painfully so as the snow goes straight through the fabric. I can barely see in front of my face as I walk toward the stables in search of wood. Most of the logs are still wet from the storm and I need to get back before the fire goes completely out.

No such luck, I realize, as I walk in and find it only glowing red as it smothered itself in the ash. I drop the logs in and wait to see if anything catches alight. Thinking of asking Pluto, I walk into the hall, but can hear him snoring when I open the door. I pop my head in and catch him talking in his sleep, making me chuckle. Nothing of what he said makes sense.

Closing the door, I walk back into my freezing cold room. I hesitated before walking upstairs to Silas to see if he would relight it for me. Though, with the way I spoke to him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he said no. I walk in to find him sitting on the bed. My mouth drops. He is reading a baby book. He puts down the book and looks over at me. The sight of him reading it worried me, like he was planning on taking my baby.

“What’s wrong?” he asks looking at me.

“The fire went out and the wood is wet,” I tell him. He nods getting up off the bed.

“What are you reading?” I ask, already knowing.

“Some baby book I saw Matitus reading,” he answers, looking down at me as he approaches. He doesn’t say anything else.

“You want me to light the fire or are you coming to sleep in here?” he asks when I just stand there like an idiot staring at him.

“Right,” I tell him, turning around to walk back downstairs.

“Where did your mind just go?” he asks, making me stop and look back at him.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” he says, giving me a strange look.

“You can always sleep in here with me,” he says, but I shake my head walking down the stairs.

“It’s freezing in here, you’re not sleeping in here,” he growls, grabbing my hand and pulling me back. “Your fucking hands are freezing,” he says when I pull my hand from his grip.

“Can you just light the damn fire please?” I ask him. He folds his arms across his chest.

“No, sleep in the room.”

“It’s fine when the fire is going, please I don’t want to wake Pluto,” I tell him climbing in the bed.

“No, you’re being stupid, just come upstairs.”

“No,” I tell him, and he glares at me. I return his glare, pissed off, it’s easy for him to light the damn thing and he is refusing all because I won’t sleep in the room. He mutters something under his breath before suddenly turning and walking out.

“Silas!”

“Wake Pluto then,” he calls back.

“Fucking stupid ass tree, breaking the wall,” I mutter before wriggling down under the blanket and pulling it over my head to keep warm. The longer the night became, the colder it got. The snow is wet, the plywood covering the hole, and even snow managed to get into the room, making it like a freezer inside. My teeth chatter, and my body shivers uncontrollably. Tossing the blanket off, I go to wake Pluto or find another room; the cooks aren’t here so maybe I can stay in one of their rooms.

Walking out, I go to the one closest to the kitchen next to the stairs, opening the door I stop, feeling like I was invading someone’s privacy when I notice pictures on the wall and personal items on the dresser. Closing the door, I look to the stairs, debating whether to go climb in bed with him. My teeth are chattering so loudly I could hear it.

I walk up the stairs, giving up and not wanting to wake Pluto though I know he wouldn’t mind if I did. I walk into the room to find the lights are off, and I look at the fireplace burning in the corner, nice and warm. I walk over to it, warming my hands when I hear movement behind me making me look over my shoulder. Silas tosses the blanket back before tapping the bed and I look back at the fire.

“You would be warmer in here with me once you get over your tantrum,” he says, and I roll my eyes, pressing my lips into a line. Turning around, I climb in the bed, and he chucks the covers over me. I press my feet against his bare legs, making him jump from how cold they were.

“Bloody freezing,” he shrieks, making me smile.

“Should have lit the fire then,” I tell him. He mumbles something before pulling me closer and rolling me and pulling my back against his chest.

“Put your feet between my legs till they warm up,” he says.

“You have no pants on,” I tell him, feeling his rod digging into my back. “How can you even be hard when its freezing, shouldn’t you get shrinkage,” I say, moving away only for him to pull me back.

“My cock isn’t cold, feel free to warm your hands on it,” he says with a chuckle. I press my cold feet on him, and he jumps slightly before opening his legs and I jam them between them, letting them warm.

“See isn’t this better than the cold room downstairs?” he asks. I say nothing because it is better, but I didn’t want to admit that to him. The sparks rush across my skin and also warm me. When my feet warm up, I wriggle my feet out before rolling on my back, Silas’s hand rubbing my belly when he tugs my hip, wanting me to face him.

“What Silas?” I ask when he does it again.

“Nothing I just want you closer,” he says, and I roll facing him.

I try and sleep as his hand rubs the side of my belly that was pressed against his rock-hard abdomen.

“Have you picked any names yet?” he asked. My eyes snap open to find him watching me.

“No and aren’t you planning on taking the baby, so wouldn’t you pick its name,” I tell him. I know it is a petty thing to say, yet his question angered me. His brows furrow, and I can feel his confusion through the bond.

“You still think I would take our son from you?” he asks.

“You think it’s a boy?” I ask.

“I know it is,” he says.

“How?” I ask.

“Claire told me”

“What else did Claire say?”

“It doesn’t matter, just that it was a boy and Abbie is having a girl.”

I nod liking the thought of having a son.

“I won’t take him from you Lora, I never should have said that.”

I nod, not really believing him. He says that now, but what happens when he gets angry again, he now has the perfect ammunition to hurt me, use our son against me.

“Don’t think that, I won’t take him from you,” he says, moving my hair from my face before he pulls me closer.

“I know you don’t believe me, but you’ll trust me eventually,” he says, kissing my head before rolling on his back pulling me closer, I put my head on his chest, my hand moving down his abs when he grabs it.

“Probably not a good idea because I am uncomfortable enough,” he says, and I stop.

“Sorry,” I mutter, closing my eyes.