Reborn as the Lycan's mate

Episode9

VIOLA’S POV~

The cold breeze swept through the open windows, carrying the scent of the woods. I sat by the fireplace in my room, a hand placed protectively on my belly. I massaged it, a faint smile touching my lips as I felt a kick.

A full month had gone by since my step-sister was taken out of the picture. Yet, my mind wasn’t settled. It seemed something was missing somewhere. Something that has driven my dissatisfaction.

I stood up and made my way to the window, where I watched the rest of the werewolves gather the rest of their belongings and head back home. The last rites for Elena had taken place earlier today. It was more crowded than I expected.

I excused myself from being present and stayed locked in my room all day. She was gone, but it still felt like her shadows lingered in the darkness around the pack house, depriving me of my sanity at night.

I resolved to stay away from the dark corners of the pack house. Maybe that way, I’ll stop feeling hunted and watched.

She was gone, and her mate, Vernon was now in mine. He believed I was carrying his heir, the only reason why he stopped paying attention to Elena. If only he knew the child growing in my stomach belongs to a Lycan. The Lycan who had stolen my heart—and my sanity.

While everyone gathered their belongings, I saw a hooded figure walk past the crowd. From his sharp and deliberate moves, I knew who it was. The father of my child. What was he doing here at this hour? Why would he risk exposure?

“Up here,”

I mind-linked him. His gaze shot up to my window, his red eyes blazing like embers in the dark. He made a nod and continued slipping his way through the crowd.

I thought I heard a sound in my room which took my attention away from him. By the time my gaze returned to him, he was gone. I returned to my room, shutting the window. But before they jammed, a heavy wind swept through, blowing off the fire which lighted the room.

My heart sank instantly, my blood running cold. An icy shiver ran down my spine as I made a slow turn. A sense of dread washed over me as I looked around, suddenly feeling like I was being watched.

Then, out of the corner of my eyes, a flicker of movement caught my eyes. My breath hung in my throat and I clenched my fist, ready to battle with a spirit.

“You’re dead, Elena. Stay dead,” I muttered. But what I thought was a figure standing in the dark didn’t speak, didn’t move. But I could feel its presence. I inched away, keeping my ears alert.

“What? Even the dead will not accept you?” I muttered with a mocking smile, tracing my twist to the door. A knock jerked me out of my misery, and the fire came back on. Was I seeing things?

The door opened, and he walked in, shutting it behind him.

“Who were you speaking up?” He asked.

“Urm…” I stammered, looking back at the fireplace whose fire swayed in the tone of the wind. My eyes flickered from the fireplace to the dark corner right by its side. There was nothing there…no one. “Nobody,” I replied to him.

He took his hood off and rested his hand on my belly. He went down on his knees and placed his ear on my stomach. “How’s our little warrior?” Amusement masking his voice.

“Restless…just like his father,” I responded. He chuckled, stood up, and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Why are you here? We weren’t supposed to meet until the next full moon,” I withdrew from him and made my way to the fireplace.

He followed behind and sat by my side. “There’s been a problem,” he said. His eyes were dark, and his smile fading. I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes.

“She was brought back to life,” he revealed.

“Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth.

“No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena.

Not that it did any good for either of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going to happen? Everything’s in place, you need to do something.”

“I will,” he placed his hand on mine and took it to his chest. His heart was racing, and it only made me fear for him and the future of our baby. If he makes a wrong move, everything will crumble.

“Killian,” I breathed his name right before his lips crashed on mine. Deep, passionate, more like it was a final kiss. But no way was I letting him leave me and the baby behind. I’d do everything to protect him and the future we planned together.

“We need to take a step forward,” Killian said. To me, that meant more blood. More steps, more blood. I let out a breath as we withdrew from each other. I left the fireplace and started pacing about the room in thought.

Killian let me do my thing, standing by the window and watching.

“By a step forward…”

“I mean taking Vernon out of the picture,” he answered before I completed my question.

“That’s too soon, Killian. You can’t be talking about…”

I was interrupted as the door creaked open, revealing Vernon’s build before his face.