Forbidden Pregnancy for the Vampire Prince

Chapter Nine

“He started it.”

Something about the way he said it made me doubt that, “What happened?” I asked carefully.

Malakai’s eyes gleamed slightly, “He questioned our strength,” he said. “Our control. Called our laws outdated. Insulted the Luna...”

That sounded like Cessian, that's the same way he sounded that night and my stomach twisted.

“And you didn’t like that.”

“I don’t tolerate disrespect.” Of course he didn’t, “So I made it clear where I stand.”

My fingers tightened again, “And he?” I stumbled out.

Malakai’s jaw tightened, “He talks too much.”

I almost smiled.

“Anyway,” Malakai said, waving it off slightly, “it’s done.”

Silence settled between us and then unexpectedly, “You should come out with me.”

I blinked, “What?”

“A date,” he said simply.

I stared at him, “A… date?”

“Yes.”

I almost laughed, at the timing, the situation, everything. “You think I’m in the condition for that?” I asked, gesturing to myself.

He shrugged, “You’ll be fine.”

“I’m literally sick.”

“Then we’ll go somewhere quiet.”

I hesitated, “No.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, “No?” he said, his face turning to a frown and I clearly didn't ruin this new Malakai that was speaking with me.

I swallowed, “I’m not feeling well, Malakai.”

“I can see that.”

“Then why ask?”

“Because you’ve been avoiding me.”

My chest tightened, “I haven’t.”

“You have.” he continued, his eyes running deep into mine. "I know you, you always do avoid me and this time, you are doing it deliberately, what's wrong?"

"I'm not avoiding you Malakai." I still maintained but I avoided his gaze.

"You don't like me?" He pressed further.

"Why? I like you." I lied again and I don't know if he saw the lie in that or not but when he tried to reach out to me, he hadn't even stood, yet, I didn't know when I flinched back.

And it was just like, Cessian's hands grazing my shoulders engulfed me. The feeling, his words, his kisses...

Malakai looked at me and then sighed, “You’re my future mate, Kira,” he said. “Spending time together isn’t optional.”

I forced a small smile, “Another time.”

He studied me for a long moment and then leaned back again as if he had already agreed to that.

“Fine.”

Relief flooded me into me too soon because the next thing he said made my blood run cold.

“Your scent is still wrong.” he said, his eyes searching mine for the nervousness I didn't hide so quickly.

My heart stopped again, “What?”

He stood up slowly and walked toward me and I stayed still. I shouldn't move, that will give myself away again. He stopped right in front of me, too close and his gaze locked onto mine.

“It changed,” he said quietly. “Since that day. How could I miss that?

My pulse roared in my ears, “I told you—it’s the medication—”

“No.” His voice was firm, “It’s something else.” He leaned in slightly into my body, his nose pressing to my neck, his hands resting on my insides, I tensed while he inhaled.

My entire body went rigid, fear crawled up my spine.

His eyes darkened, “It’s faint,” he murmured. My hands clenched, beads of sweat broke out of me, “It’s different.”

No, no no no...His gaze dropped slowly down to my stomach and my breath hitched.

Everything in me screamed, say something now or lose your life!!

“It’s hormonal.” I said immediately. "It's the female lycan wolves season." The words flew out before I could think.

He paused, “What?”

“The medication,” I said quickly. “The doctor said it could affect my hormones. My scent...My cycle.”

His eyes lifted back to mine, searching, testing,

“Side effects,” I added. “That’s all.”

Another pause and then he slowly stepped back. The tension in my chest loosened slightly.

“I don’t like it,” he said.

“I know.” He stared at me for a moment longer. "I don't like it either," I said, "It's been messing with my body."

I prayed he doesn't ask any more questions. I would be doomed if he dared drop another question on me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” he suddenly said and just like that, he left. The door closed behind him and I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, shaking, tears spilling out on all sides, that was close. I barely survived him.

I couldn't stay here, not anymore. They are going to find out what happened. It was only going to be a matter of time and everyone would know what's wrong with me. I shot up from the bed and grabbed a bag from my closet and started throwing things inside.

Clothes, shoes, bags, money, books, anything I could carry and my movements were fast, “I have to leave… I have to leave…”

My hands shook as I zipped the bag. I slung it over my shoulder and moved toward the door.

This was it. No turning back. I opened the door and froze. My father was standing there, right infront of me backing the exit. His eyes dropped to the bag and slowly, lifted to my face.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

My heart stopped again, I'm in another kind of trouble.

“I’m… ehm…” My voice came out thinner than I wanted. I tried to work up a reply that could distract as he kept looking as if he wanted to peel my skin open with his gaze.

“Belle…” I said quickly. The name came out before I could second-guess it.

“Belle?” my father repeated, his tone unreadable.

“Yes,” I rushed, forcing myself to sound normal/casual. “Belle wants us to read together. She… she copied some notes for me since I haven’t been in school.”

I hated how fast I was talking, it made me sound guilty, I forced myself to breathe.

“She said I should come tonight,” I added, softer now. “Before I fall too far behind.”

My father didn’t move, he didn't even blind, just watching like he was measuring every word, every pause, every breath, my heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it.

"Notes from school by this time of the night and with a bag?"

Oh no, he didn't buy it what I just said.