As I contemplated whether to entertain the thought or not, I suddenly felt a hand grasp my arm. I found my face forcefully hitting something solid.
It was Cain. He came back and roughly pulled me to him.
“If you’re in heat, Vine, why not find yourself a mate? It’s unsightly when you’re trying to get your dirty paws on somebody else’s wife!” He rudely confronted Maximus Vine.
“Oh, I already found her.” He replied with confidence, then added “She’s just in a bind as of the moment and I’m still getting things in order, as requested by someone important to both of us.”
Hearing that Maximus Vine has someone that important to him made my heart sank. For one foolish moment I wished that it was me.
“Then keep your paws on that heiress or bitch, for all I care!” Cain callously said.
I saw Maximus Vine’s eyes take a dangerous glint.
“You might want to keep your loose mouth in check, Mr. Rockford most especially when you’re speaking about somebody else’s special someone.” He gravely warned Cain.
“What? You’ll slug me?” Cain challenged him.
“If not for Miss Serena’s presence, I would” Maximus Vine honestly answered.
“Are you hitting on my wife?” Cain asked hotly.
“No.” Maximus Vine answered.
My stupid heart once again made a painful tug, but Maximus Vine’s next words were something I never expected.
“Not yet, at least.” He brazenly told Cain.
“Stay away from my wife!” Cain warned him.
“Oh, I will! As long as you stay by her side.” Maximus Vine enigmatically said.
Cain must’ve felt really pissed with their exchange for he abruptly left, dragging me with him.
Back at the manor, Cain openly showed me his disgust with the news of my pregnancy.
“You were just itching to show off to Shelly, aren't you?” He angrily confronted me.
“It wasn’t my intention, Cain. As my husband, I wanted to inform you about the baby.” I explained.
“Hah! Would I even want to know? I’m not even sure if that bastard is mine!” He nastily told me.
“What are you even saying??? Even if I try, I can’t even consider what you said as a bad joke!” I protested.
“I wasn’t joking! Perhaps Shelly was right. You are carrying Maximus Vine’s brat!” He spat at me.
Before I could even stop myself, my hand flew straight to the side of his face. I gave him a mean slap and confronted him.
“HOW DARE YOU DOUBT THIS CHILD!” I shouted. “You were my first!”
“And I really regret why I didn’t use protection that night!” He cruelly said. “All these complications are not helping Shelly’s emotions! Why do you have to get pregnant!”
“I am your wife Cain! This child is not a complication!” I reminded him.
“Yes, you are, regrettably so! Up to now, I wonder until when do we have to put up this farce? You perfectly know that it is Shelly whom I hold dear!” He spoke in such a seething manner, that I found myself speechless.
“If you have nothing to say, I’ll go to where Shelly is! I can’t leave her in that miserable state.”
He left, closing the front door with a bang It was as if he was telling me not to follow him, nor bother him anymore.
I was once again left alone to live in the estate that my mom gave me.
In my second month of pregnancy, I almost lost my child, and my life as well.
It was a full moon. I was often told that werewolves act out of their usual character during that time of the month. They either feed, hunt, fight, make love, or just keep to themselves. They can either be more passionate, more violent, timid, anything that falls on a full 180 scale.
Not once did a sighting of a werewolf was reported in our area, so I confidently went out of my house. Wandering around our impressive and vast garden, enjoying the cool night air.
A black-furred werewolf appeared out of nowhere. With its sharp teeth, it snarled as it slowly approached me.
Feeling the danger, I tried to back up a bit. But it seemed that the werewolf took it as an offensive move. It made a crazy howl.
Startled, I fell on the soft grass, and as it towered above me, ready to attack, a red-furred one appeared. Bocking the other werewolf, as if it was protecting me. The black-furred werewolf howled once more; its eyes filled with fury.
Hugging myself to protect the life inside my womb, I desperately think of someone who can come to my rescue.
Shouting for my servants was useless, I walked quite far from the house and was deep within the garden. I can’t make a call; I left my mobile phone on the bedside table.
Staring at the werewolf with the red fur, with its back on me, made me think of Maximus Vine. The color of its fur reminded me of his lustrous hair.
Should I call out his name? I must’ve lost my mind.
It was then that the werewolf with the red fur turned to look at me with its vividly blue eyes. Once again, I was reminded of Maximus Vine’s gentle gaze.
At that moment, I wondered if it was the end of me.
