CHAPTER 38

CHAPTER 38
BLAIR

"I insist you should have let me break every single bone of that idiot," Dalton says angrily from the passenger seat.

"They kicked us out, remember?" I say amused because he's upset about being expelled from the game by the security guards.

"So what? You didn't let me follow them in the parking lot," we arrive at the dock and board a boat with a guy I've never seen before.

"Relax, enough already, those guys are gone, leave the fight behind," I say, suppressing the urge to laugh.

"Why are you so naive? They were leering at you, not to mention what they were thinking," he crosses his arms, angry.

I can't contain my laughter anymore, and it escapes me, but I quickly cover my mouth with a hand.

"Why are you laughing?" he asks, half angry and half amused.

"It's just that you look so adorably jealous," I say, kissing him on the cheek.

"Let's see if I look adorable when I kill someone out of jealousy," he puts on an offended expression.

But he's right, werewolves protect what's theirs with teeth and claws. They'd rather die than let their mate be taken away or harmed. If possessiveness is high with women, I can't even imagine what it's like with males.

Suddenly, I'm straddling Dalton, and he's kissing me.

"How do you expect me to stay calm knowing that almost everyone in the place desired what's mine?"

I put my hands on his chest and feel the beating of his heart in my hand, that pumping that's calm for now but can turn into a rapid pounding at any moment. And I know that if one day that heart were to stop beating, mine would stop too.

"That's exactly why, because you know I'm yours."

"Believe me, that comforts me. Knowing that I'm the only one who makes you scream and makes your skin tingle," his words make my skin tingle as if obeying him.

"I love you," I whisper before kissing his lips.



Two days have passed since we went to that game, and these two days have been unforgettable. We have explored and roamed the city, and every time we come back home, we experience the passion of our union.

But unfortunately, today our honeymoon ends. We can't leave the pack alone for so long, especially during the mating season. That's why we are currently on the plane back home.

The flight takes about an hour, but the desire to sleep has completely disappeared from my body. I can't fall asleep, while Dalton peacefully sleeps. I try to look out the window or focus on something else, but I can't.

The discomfort starts to creep in, like when you feel something in your throat but you don't know what it is. I keep shifting in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position that would make me feel better. I feel a cold sweat running down my body. I stand up, swaying a bit, and carefully make my way to the bathroom, trying not to wake Dalton.

My vision blurs a little, and I have to walk almost dragging myself while holding onto the seat backs. I reach the bathroom, and luckily it's unoccupied. As soon as I manage to close the door, I start retching and soon find myself sitting on the floor, feeling weak.

My body feels like a noodle, and I can't get up for about ten minutes. It feels like an eternity, but when I glance at my phone, I know it hasn't been that long. I hold onto the sink with so much force that my knuckles turn white. Once I can stand up, I turn on the tap and let the water run over my hands, taking away the dizziness. I look up and see that I'm pale, even more than usual, with a yellowish tone.

What could have happened to me? It could be many things, from a stomach problem to a simple dizziness, or maybe something more serious. It could even be pregnancy, although I can't believe it. Well, it's possible, but how? Well, that's also a stupid question. Dalton and I haven't actively tried to have a baby, but we haven't taken precautions to avoid it either.

Oh my God, what am I going to do?

Calm down, Blair, I tell myself. I can't freak out; I know I have to stay calm. As I said before, it could be anything, not necessarily pregnancy. But as much as I deny it, it's the most likely. As soon as I set foot on solid ground, I'll take a test, I swear.

DALTON

The moment we arrived home was glorious for me. I had been hiding an erection for about an hour. Being a werewolf in heat is not easy, my balls were probably already purple. I watch as Blair moves through the hallway, checking the answering machine and then her chosen outfit for the trip: a silk dress that accentuated every single one of her damn curves and revealed that she was only wearing a bra underneath.

Without thinking and without waiting any longer, I cross the room, take her face in my hands, and bring her closer to me. When our lips meet, she emits a strangled sound of surrender and immediately buries her hands in my hair. I kiss her with more force, claiming her sounds as mine, making her lips taste mine as well.

I knew she needed this as much as or even more than I did. I pull away from her to look into her eyes. Her gaze meets mine, and I know this is like asking for her consent. With a soft pleading sound, she lifts her arms and pulls me toward her, standing on tiptoe to get as close as possible.

My lips are firm and relentless, but she doesn't pull away, pressing her curves against me. I am lost to everything except her. We collide with the wall, the countertop, and the room door as we enter, twisting and pulling each other in our desperation.

Our kisses grow deeper, our caresses wilder. I grab her ass, and her thighs, my hands traveling up to her breasts and caressing them, needing to feel every part of her body in my palms simultaneously. She suddenly pushes me against the wall, revealing that side of hers that only I know, her wild side. Her pupils are dilated, surrounded by a beautiful glow.

Her hands roam my body frantically, pulling my shirt out of my pants. With trembling hands, she unbuttons it, tearing off a few buttons in her haste, before pulling the fabric down my shoulders and throwing it somewhere in our room.

The damp silk of her dress clings to her body, accentuating every curve. I brush the fabric against her breasts and feel the tense nipples underneath. She moans and places her hand over mine, guiding my movements.