Chapter 31

Zailah

I stared at him because his words left me in shock. I didn't know what I wanted. My old life had been full of sadness. I missed my friends, and I knew they would be worried about me. But other than my work and house, I didn't have much before he turned me into a fur ball.

“I want my friends to know that I’m okay. They are good people, and I love them. My house has all my Mum’s things in it—a lot of happy memories,”

I said but trailed off.

“Okay, but you will need a cover story for them and for the detective that will come calling,” he said.

“Detective?” I asked.

“Yes, he was a suspicious bastard. He came to the house and questioned me,”

he said as he ran a finger down my arm. “You will need to tell them about the terrible beast you saw that night, but we can hash out the details later.”

“Won't that expose you? Well, I guess it would expose us since I’m a werewolf, too.”

“You can be vague in the descriptions since you passed out and were in a coma for a while,”

he said smoothly. “A tragic event.”

I shook my head at him before splashing water on his face. It wasn't as much fun when he tried to drown me in retaliation.

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Five days later, I sat on the toilet nervously, waiting to see the results of my pregnancy test. I kept wavering from hope to despair. The stick was in my hand, and I kept tapping it on my leg. We had three and a half days left until we shifted again. I don't know why, but I had to find out if I was pregnant before this happened. I rubbed my belly as I began to feel sick.

What if my condition hadn't improved? There were different levels and symptoms for PCOS. Or Remus might have a faulty nose.

I glanced at the stick and jumped off the toilet to inspect a faint line forming a cross. It was faint, but it was there. I grabbed the box and began to read through the details.

I was pregnant. I was actually pregnant with a child or a wolf, but I was pregnant with something.

I took a deep breath and wrapped the test up in toilet paper before I hid it at the back of the bathroom cabinet. I needed time to absorb this information before I told Remus.

Oh, shit.

We fucked everywhere, inside and outside the house. Some of our antics would have caused injuries if we were human. I got the sinking feeling that he wouldn't be fucking me quite as vigorously now. It was great while it lasted, and for all his big talk, I would like to see him handle one child, let alone the army of children he has conjured up in his head.

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He held his hand out for me as I got out of the car. I eyed him up before I took it.

“Why are you being nice to me?”

I asked with a frown.

He pulled me out of the car and placed his hand on my lower back before he frowned at me.

“I’m always pleasant towards you,”

he said but looked away from me towards the restaurant doors.

He bowed and opened the door for me in exaggerated gestures. I rolled my eyes at him and wondered why he was acting strange tonight. It felt nice to be dressed up for a dinner date. Remus had taken me home to help me pack but had moved my things to his London house. I’d met Emma and Charlotte to fill them in with my cover story. No one would believe the truth.

Detective Hamilton went from treating me like a victim to interrogating me like a suspect. Ultimately, I cut the conversation off and walked out of the police station. I had an inkling that he would return with official paperwork to resume our ‘conversation.’ Remus assured me that the Detective was clutching at straws for a case he couldn't crack.

“You are glowing tonight,”

Remus said as I felt his hand slip under my dress.

I grabbed his hand before he got between my legs.

“It’s the sparkling dress,”

I said while holding his wandering hand in mine.

The dress was cream in colour, but the crystals glittered beneath the lights. The material crossed over my chest and thighs, which showcased my curvy figure.

“Take your knickers off and give them to me,”

he said with a smirk.

“Can you not do this—”

I began to say, but the waiter came to our table.

Remus rudely waved him away.

“Give us five minutes,” he said.

I watched as the waiter walked away before I turned towards Remus.

“Why don't you sit opposite to me?”

“Why would I want to do that when I specifically ordered this table? Now be a good girl and give me your underwear.”

I sighed before I looked around. The restaurant wasn't too busy so I shifted my dress up enough to reach my simple cream lace underwear. I partially stood up to peel them down my ass before I slid the down my legs. I discreetly leaned down and lifted them up. I smacked them on his chest.

He immediately lifted them up to his face and began to sniff them. I nervously looked around, but no one was paying attention to us.

“Hmm. Your pussy always smells fucking amazing,”

he said before he put my hand on his crotch. “This is what it does to me, and it never fails.”

I moved my hand down his hard length and began to rub his cock through the material of his trousers. He tucked my knickers away into his jacket pocket before he placed his fingers on my inner thigh. This is probably why we never came out in public. My fingers tightened my grip on his dick when he brushed his over my bare pussy. I spread my legs a little wider.

“My good little slut,”

he whispered into my ear before he swirled his tongue inside my ear. “Such a wet, hungry hole for me.”

I bit my lip and tried not to move. It didn't surprise me that I was soaked. He barely needed to touch me or say a few words, and I would have difficulty regulating my breath.

“But I’m going to fuck your asshole tonight. Deep. Long and hard,”

he said as he brushed his lips against my cheek. “I will make it hurt so fucking good.”

I released a shuddery breath just as the waiter returned, and Remus pulled his hand away from my pussy.

This was why we didn’t go out. He couldn't behave himself. I definitely did the right thing by not telling him about the pregnancy test.