You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 68
She closed the door.
I was an arsehole.
Day Five
Day five I went through the normal motions. I hid behind my mask as I helped repair the damage I had caused and made my apologies.
I dealt with rebuilds, painting, decorating. I played with the pups and smiled at the she-wolves. I would forget Violet. No matter what.
I had responsibilities. People relying on me. I couldn’t wallow in self-pity forever. I was never the type of man to wallow in self-pity, and I wasn’t about to start now.
I joined in the nights’ festivities, revelling in the attention of the young Omega who rubbed her body seductively against mine. I went back to her room and shoved her against the door.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, whispering her dirty words in my ear.
With a blonde-haired angel in my mind, I nibbled on her collarbone and pushed my hand up her skirt, seeking out the damp patch in her panties, already hard at the thought of how easy it was for me to get her wet.
She threw her head back and moaned my name, her face coming into focus.
Shit.
I pushed her away, muttering my apologies as I left the room.
She wasn’t Violet and I was kidding myself thinking I could get over her. Like it or not, I was head over heels in love.
And I had just royally fucked up.
Day Six
Day six I tried to avoid everyone around me, especially the she-wolf from last night. I didn’t dare stay in my room in case she came to look for me, so I took the coward’s way out, remaining in the training grounds with the warriors.
Day six was the day that I got the excited shout from Grace that my phone was ringing. I knew who it was, just as she did.
Violet was finally calling me.
Like the ridiculous love-sick wolf I was, I ran to the bedroom the minute I heard, praying to the Moon Goddess that she wouldn’t hang up before I had the chance to answer. Grace grinned as she handed the phone to me, assuring me that Violet was still there and that she sounded eager to speak to me.
Thank the Goddess!
“Hello?”
“Hey. It’s me…”
Chapter 19
Violet
“I’m pregnant,” I said, sucking my lower lip into my mouth, waiting for the inevitable.
I knew Khaos wouldn’t take this well. No doubt he would scream and shout about how this was all part of my scheming, knowing he never wanted children.
I was so prepared for this that I had even been working on my responses, not willing to be taken for a fool any longer. I wanted him to be a part of this baby’s life. I wanted us to find a way to co-parent, even if that meant that we remained as friends and not as true mates.
It was almost as though I had been hit by a lightning bolt. I realised that the clichés were true – your life really could change in a moment.
As soon as the doctor had confirmed the news, my life had ran through my mind, sweeping me away with the notion that I had to grow up. I was going to be responsible for a whole person – a baby. A baby that would one day grow up to be the Alpha of the Dragonheart Pack or Luna to another Alpha. They had to be raised in the right environment so they were able to lead their pack to greatness – with a string of bad examples in our families, we had to find a way to end the curse and create a pack that was full of change. Our baby would not lead through fear and they would not be like me, hiding away from their problems or becoming a nightmare to live with when they didn’t get their own way.
So, with those thoughts in mind, I was so ready to have Khaos argue with me. So ready to be the one who had matured so that I could point out all the errors of his ways.
It didn’t occur to me that the same lightning bolt would strike twice.
“Has the pack doctor confirmed it?” He asked quietly. I pulled the phone away from my ear and glanced at it suspiciously.
“Yes, of course, I have the blood work results here.”
“I’ll be home in a matter of hours, see you soon.”
“Wait!” I shouted before he could hang up. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“We’ll talk when I get home, Violet. I’m not discussing our baby on the phone.” He hung up without another word.
Well, shit.
Not quite what I was expecting. I had known he would come home, but was I really ready to see him again? What mood would he be in when he walked through the door? His few words on the phone were not enough, his tone gave nothing away.
I ignored my wolf as she chuffed at me. She knew as well as I did that the most burning question on my mind, whether I was going to admit it, was whether or not Khaos would be happy to see me.
I spent the next two hours pacing my room, my anxiety rocketing through the roof. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I knew this was a good thing, that everything happened for a reason. I knew Khaos and I didn’t always get along, but we both needed each other to see this through; we needed to be harmonious to one another. I had no fear that he would let me down; I had already seen his nurturing side with how fiercely protective he was and how he loved the pups in this pack. I also knew I had all the love in the