She couldn’t allow herself to hope for
anything different.
Not
going to cry.
Not
going to cry . She grit her teeth.
“I
need to be alone now.” Her voice had a desperate edge, which Tanya must’ve
picked up on because she nodded.
“If
you need me…” Tanya stood.
“I
swear, I’ll call,” she whispered, her voice a bit shaky. “Tomorrow morning,
eight o’clock in your tower.” Thank blood she’d managed to calm herself down
enough to give Tanya a tight smile.
“I’ll
see you then or sooner if you need me. I mean it, Steph.”
“Thank
you.”
Tanya
took a step towards her, but then seemed to think better of it. She gave a sad
smile and left. Stephany waited until she heard the main door click before turning
to face the mirror. Her hair had grown quickly, it was just past her shoulders
now. Long overdue for a cut. She’d rectify that as soon as possible. Her
breasts were definitely fuller, her nipples dark and distended. Turning to the
side, she let her hands drop to her sides. A bump. Small, almost unnoticeable
but very much there. She let out a small sob.
Pregnant.
Her
greatest wish and her biggest nightmare. Stephany squared her shoulders,
turning from the mirror. She stepped into the tub, sitting with her knees
clasped to her chest. Thank the gods she wasn’t far along yet. It would be a
simple procedure. Another small sob managed to escape. Quick, easy. The baby
couldn’t be much more than a clump of tissue at this stage. Stephany buried her
face into the tops of her thighs, hugging herself tighter.
Just
a little clump of tissue.
When
the tears came this time, she didn’t try and stop them. She needed to get them
out. She wasn’t sure how long she had sat there, only that the water was cold
when she was finally able to pull herself together enough to get out.
Chapter 3
So
emotionally drained when she finally made it to bed, Stephany was still surprised
that she’d slept so soundly. Waking only when the morning light spilled in
through the cream colored curtains.
It
was a struggle to find something to wear. None of her business skirts or
dresses fit anymore. Now that she knew about her condition, her symptoms felt
like they had worsened overnight.
Finally,
she chose a loose fitting summer dress and made for the northern tower. Already
five minutes late, she slowly ascended the stairs not looking forward to this
confrontation.
York
smiled as she approached. “They are expecting you. I have been told to wait at
the bottom of the stairs.” His brow was creased and he paused, clearly waiting
for an explanation.
“Important
royal business. I’m sure you understand.”
“Of
course.” He nodded and moved to the stairs. Stephany waited until he was out of
sight before knocking on the door.
“Enter,”
Brant said.
The
suite was large like a well-appointed, open plan apartment. Tanya immediately
walked towards her and hugged her as soon as she entered. Zane moved towards
them, folding his arms across his chest. “What is going on?” His dark eyes
narrowed on her.
“Zane,
behave. Stephany is our guest.” Tanya stepped towards the big male, threading
her arm around his middle. He visibly relaxed.
“I
don’t like that my female came home with red eyes last night. I could smell her
sadness.”
“Come
in, Stephany.” Brant strode towards them. “Let’s sit.” He gestured to the
sitting area behind him. “Tanya mentioned that you have something important to
tell us.”
“Our
female is distraught. She is so upset that she won’t even let us rut her.” Zane
almost looked like a small child that had been told that he couldn’t have any
candy. If it weren’t for the situation she was in, she would’ve found it to be
comical.
Tanya
smacked Zane on the arm. “Stop it. You’re acting like a big baby.”
Zane
looked sheepish. “I don’t like to see you like this,” he said, his eyes firmly
on his mate. “Come and sit.” He wrapped his arm around Tanya and made for