Emi's Mates

2| Meeting Gerald

Emi's POV

I close my eyes for a few seconds as if to allow my mind to absorb this news, and Octavier is waiting for me to make an expression, or say something concerning it.

But it's hard for me to speak. It seems the misery hasn't ended.

"I'm pregnant for Logan?... And that lady, his new mate, is also pregnant for him..."

The physician has left the room, and it's just Octavier and me that's inside. She nods her head, her eyes focused on me as if to stop further injuries on my body.

I do not know what to say, and I'm just looking at Octavier, and scanning around me with my eyes as if the answers I need could come from these.

“He was cheating on me with her… And eventually getting her pregnant…”

A tear forms at the corner of my left eye.

Octavier tightens her hold on my hand. “Sorry…”

That is all she can say.

“He also confessed his love for her… I think he was never in love with me… We were mates… But…”

The bed feels cold to my skin, and I take a sitting position, resting my back against the wall. The urge to throw up comes, but I suppress it.

“So now… What do you do?” Octavier asks.

“About the pregnancy?”

She nods.

My eyes fall on the door of the room, and then on the windows as if I can see outside the room through them.

“Does anyone know I'm pregnant?”

I must have been brought here by members of the Greymoon pack, I thought. Or some other people must have helped out. Octavier couldn't have brought me here alone.

“Octavier? Who else knows?” I call her attention.

She seems like her mind is making some kind of consideration, and I can't make sense of it.

When she is just about to speak, the door opens, and Andrea appears at the doorpost, looking at me.

I turn to Octavier. “My mum was here and you didn't tell me?”

I turn to face the other side of the bed, avoiding her gaze, but I feel her soft hands on my shoulders, trying to make me turn over. Octavier must have told her everything she wants to know, and I'm having the feeling to cover up myself.

On several occasions, she always tagged along with me, but when I'd told her about my supposed marking ceremony with Logan, she declined to accompany me. I’m sure she dislikes Logan, and now, our breakup must be proof to her.

“Emi… The physician told me you're pregnant,” she says.

I turn around, and my eyes glares at Octavier. She avoids my gaze.

“I heard of what happened between Logan and you… It's painful—”

I raise my hand at her, cutting her shot. “Please don't stress it.”

She goes quiet, but sits beside me, having Octavier to move about two steps away from me.

“No one should know I'm pregnant.”

Their eyes narrowed.

“I can't face another issue with father… He shouldn't know I got intimate with Logan without carrying out the marking process…” I try to explain.

“The physician said you're a month pregnant,” Octavier says. “What happens when it grows out?”

“Until then… I can't face anything at this moment.”

Andrea nods, her hand touching my jaw. “I understand you.”

A month has passed, and I'm made to attend the party that is being held by my father, Roshan. As the Alpha of our pack, the Crescent pack, he is hosting this event.

"It has been a rule for us to gather together," he says. "It's good we are here."

Most members of our pack have come to this party, cheering themselves up. It sucks to see mates engage in kisses. I feel alone at this point as Octavier hasn't shown up. Andrea is busy with something else, and can't stay beside me.

"Let's all act as family," he says with a raised glass of wine.

In all these, nothing appeals to me.

I bend my head low, but when I look up, I notice that Gerald, one of his friends, was looking at me. I try to avoid his gaze, but each time I look at Roshan's direction, our eyes always meet. It has gotten to the point that it seems I'm looking out for him.

I decide to leave my seat to get a fresher air, and perhaps calm my thoughts. I stand up, but his eyes are not on me. He is busy with Roshan, opening new bottles of wine, and engaging in laughter.

I have to caution myself. I should not be okay with his eyes on me.

"I can't stay here," I mutter to myself, and I still turn around to confirm if he has turned to face me.

He is engrossed with Roshan's activity, I don't think he would spare me another glance.

Outside, a few steps away from the party, I sit on a bench, and the air feels cold to my skin. The urge to throw up occurs to me, and I leave the chair, pouring out white substance from my mouth.

I feel someone touch my back.

"Emi," I hear a man's voice call me.

"Gerald?"

My breathing tenses up. It feels as if cold water is being poured on me. This feeling… I don't know what it is. His fingers touch my arm.

"I lost sight of you," he says.

I turn to face him, and he offers me the small towel he was holding. "You can clean yourself up."

I'm just staring at him as though there's something written on his face. The urge to throw up comes again, and I have to turn my back at him.

He signals to one of the maids that is far from us to get a bowl of water. She does it, and I clean myself up.

"I'm Alpha Gerald," he says. "I think you already know."

I just nod.

“Are you okay?” He scans my body.

“I have to go get some rest.”

I walk away from him, but he doesn't move from the spot he's standing. I get to one of the doors of our palace, attempting to get to my room, but I turn back to look at him. His eyes are still on me.

That doesn't seem to bother me.

Inside my room, I heard a knock on my door.

“Emi…” The person calls out.

My brows furrowed. “Gerald?”

“Yes… It's me.”

I stand at the door for about a minute, waiting for him to leave, but he doesn't.

He pulls the doorknob downwards. “Please open the door.”

I sighed. “I don't want to talk.”

I open it. No one was outside, just him as everyone must have gone to the party.

Gerald has his eyes on me as he walks inside, and he sits on my bed.

“I noticed from where I was sitting… I know you also did,” he says.

I sit beside him, and we stay silent for a while, just looking at the door. But then, I feel his hand on my thighs, gently moving about a spot.

“I heard all Logan did to you.” He moves closer to me. “And I know you still feel pained.”

I do not speak, and my eyes are still facing the door. It's as if I can't feel his hand on my thighs. It's just my breathing that is becoming uneven that he might be able to hear. His hand walks upwards, towards my panties, but I still do not shake.

“I caught your scent from where I was sitting with your father… I know you also caught mine,” he says. “That's the first sign of it…”

“The sign… The sign of a second mate?”

He doesn't give an answer, and I feel waves of pleasure beginning to well up in me. I don't want it to stop, and I place my hand on his right hand, taking him to my boobs.

He kneads the softness, and his other hand is already touching my panties.

“I’m your second mate, and I know your heart can confirm it.”