L E I L A N I
Weeks became months and before I knew it, I was at the end of my first trimester and my belly started showing.
The morning sickness faded, replaced by a strange, fluttering sensation in my stomach that I tried and failed to ignore. It was a reminder of the life growing inside me, a life I was determined to see as my own, not his.
Fenrir watched my changing body with a possessive pride that made my skin crawl.
He would sometimes rest a hand on my stomach, a gesture that was meant to be tender but felt like a branding. He was marking me, claiming me, claiming the pup. And I would let him. I would stand still and endure it.
"You're glowing," he said one evening, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my belly. His touch did strange things to me. I wanted to hate it so badly, b
