The Triumvirate Prophecy: Book 1 Outline

Chapter 8: Why? PT 1

Andrew’s POV:

I am sitting in the hallway of the operating room awaiting two things. One, for Teresa to let me know about the condition of my mate and pup. Two, my Alpha and Luna to arrive to the pack hospital to help me through this. I cannot lose my mate or pup. They mean everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do if I lost them.

Most wolves cannot handle the pain of losing their mates. They are broken hearted after the death and die sometime after. The only time that doesn’t happen is when a wolf is destined to have a second chance mate. I doubt that is me. It took me a few years to find Brittany and she didn’t handle the news of being mated to werewolf well. She was human and I know she felt forced into our world.

I think the only reason she agreed to letting me bite her for the transition was due to feeling the mate bond so strongly. I think she would have rejected me without it. Humans are slightly more influenced by our bond than wolves because they tend to attract other supernatural creatures after meeting their mate. It is almost like they have a beacon until they shift for the first time.

I sit there thinking about the conversation that led to her fall. I just wanted to make sure she was okay, and I know I said somethings that could have been said differently. I think she thought she was hiding it well. I am her mate, and she should realize that I know when something is wrong.

** Flash Back**

After Connor gave me permission to leave and speak to Brittany, I didn’t waste any time. I ran right to the pack house. I grabbed us some food from fridge and headed to our room on the fourth floor. We share our floor with the Betas and their family. My family lives on the compound in their own house with my younger siblings and her family doesn’t know we are werewolves.

I walk into our room as she is walking out of the bathroom. From the looks of its Brittany took a shower because her hair is wet. “Hey babe. I got us some food. Are you hungry?” She looks better than she did when we were at the clearing, but still looks slightly nauseated.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had to help Connor and Derik with the rogue,” is her short response.

“I was supposed to help, but Connor told me I could sit this one out. He knew I was concerned about you and how sick you looked. I just wanted to take care of you since the pup will be here any time,” I tell her while I go to sit the food on our coffee table in our sitting area.

“I am going to pass on the food, but I appreciate you grabbing me something. I am not feeling well, so I am just going to go to bed,” was her reply as she turned around and climbed into bed.  

I sit down on the couch to think about how to proceed, when Cain voices the same concerns I have. She isn’t acting like her normal self. I don’t know if we should have this conversation right now. I am not sure if we should either, but maybe she is feeling like this because of our fears. Is talking right now the best option? I think we are going to have to. She needs to know that we are here for her. Even if she doesn’t want to be.

I cut the conversation off and head over to the bed. I slid in behind her and wrap my arm around her. I love her with all of my being, and I don’t know what I would do if I knew she regretted her choice to be with me. She cannot reject me now that we have mated and marked each other. That would kill us both, but she can resent me and the pup she still carries. I burry my nose in the crook of her neck breathing in her scent to calm me before I break the silence.

“Honey, would you… tell me if there was something… wrong?”

She turns to look at me with concern written all over her face. I am sure she noticed the hesitation when I asked the question. “Why do you ask?”

Her response was strained, as if she were trying to hide her true emotions. She is holding back, and I know it. I pull back and look at her, like really look at her. Her eyes don’t hold the spark they did when I first met her. Even though she is with pup, her skin doesn’t glow like I have seen other expecting mother’s skin glow. She looks like she has aged a year or two in the last few months.

Cain, have you noticed how exhausted she looks? I have noticed she is tired, but she looks ill, almost like she is giving up. Has Rose talked to you much? No, she sits at the skirts of her mind and doesn’t talk to me anymore. Why haven’t you mentioned this to me? We haven’t had time to discuss it with pack duties. She just started doing it. I was going to mention it, depending on this conversation went. I am worried, she is giving up on us.

I drop my conversation with Cain and notice that she has scooted further away. She is fidgeting with her fingers, which she does when she is nervous. “You look exhausted. Cain says Rose isn’t talking to him and you haven’t shifted since you found out you were pregnant.”

“I am just tired with this pregnancy. It takes a lot of woman to grow a whole other person. I didn’t shift because I am afraid it will hurt the baby,” she explains defensively.

“Woah, babe. I am not trying to attack you. I am concerned about your well-being. You mean the world to me and I don’t want anything to happen to you or us. Didn’t Teresa tell you shifting wouldn’t hurt the baby unless you shifted in the last month?”

“She did, but I didn’t want to take the chance. I am sorry I am being defensive. I am just tired and want to take a nap. You don’t have to stay here.” She finishes her statement as she turns away to lay on her side cradling our baby.

“I would like to stay if that is okay,” I respond timidly.

“NO. I just want to be left alone,” she shouts angrily. Ending with a slight growl.

She has never growled at me and I am sure it has to do with the hormones running through her body, but it still sends me on edge. “Why are you pushing me away?” I question. f**k it. I cannot step on eggshells anymore. I have to know if she regrets her choices. “Do you regret being with me?”

FEAR… that is what passes through her eyes. I have my answer. I climb out of bed and go and sit on the couch. Resting my head in the my hands rubbing my fingers around on my scalp She never wanted to be in this life and I should have saved us both the heartache and rejected her when I noticed her indecision. She will continue to resent me, our, pup, and her life here.