planning on leaving

Leah's POV

"Leah?" Gerald's voice came closer to us, his footsteps sounding louder to our ears.

"Please leave," I said to Amon, trying to push him away. "He shouldn't see you here with me… Hide yourself."

Amon was making things difficult for me, like he didn't want to leave, or that he wanted to confront Gerald. He barely left, but what was I going to tell Gerald?

"Leah. It's too late for you to be out by this time."

The route he was taking brightened up. He had a burning lamp with him. His tall shadow came first, and then, I came face to face with him.

"You left the room." His eyes scanned me. "Something came up?"

That was when I realized that my panties were halfway to my waist, and that the line was showing. It was hard to drag it up. It could give him the clue that something was up with me, I thought.

"Something came up?" He asked again.

"I… I was just…"

No perfect answer came to my head to use as an alibi, and my fingers were scratching through my hair as though I was trying to pull out an excuse.

"I was just…"

"It's okay. Let's go back to our room." He went further to kiss my jaw, saving me the trouble of having to explain why I was out late at night.

I felt relieved, but scared at the same time. Every other person would have tried to probe. He went on smiling at me.

"I'm lucky to have a mate as sexy as you," he said, sending chills down my whole body.

He helped me arrange my panties. It was crazy, at least to me.

We got back to the palace, and I saw that the guards who were asleep at the time I left were fully awake, including some of the maids. My mum was in the main sitting room. Her eyes were fixed on my belly.

Why was it that almost everyone had woken up?

"I want to wash you up," Gerald said, interrupting my train of thought.

I just nodded. But it didn't make sense that he was going to wash me up, especially at that time of the day. Actually, I felt dirty, but was it okay for him to wash me up? I had not heard of Roshan washing my mum up. Perhaps Gerald had his own style.

He placed the burning lamp at one corner of the bathroom, and made me lie inside the bathtub with my nightgown fully on.

"Don't stress yourself by pulling off your gown." He poured a small amount of liquid soap into the water. "I will do everything myself."

I was just staring at him. He was becoming too verse for me to understand.

He slipped my gown off, exposing my pale body. His hand went through my light brown hair as he pulled it off.

"Every part of you is beautiful," he said, going for my panties.

He pulled it off, and inserted his middle finger inside my pussy. "It feels sticky inside, like you just came."

My heart raced. That might give him an idea that I was getting intimate with someone. My panties were worn halfway, and my being outside at that time might make him think. But he waved it off.

"It's good you always stay clean after every sexual moment. It doesn't have to be after every penetration. Each time you feel wet, have a bath to clean yourself."

I just nodded. "Okay."

He used a small towel, and started a clean up on me. I finally relaxed. He hadn't caught me red-handed.

The day brightened up, and Andrea had called me into her room. I had no idea why she wanted to see me. I guessed it was for something urgent, probably to see me before I left with Gerald.

"Why didn't you tell me," she started off.

She had locked the door after confirming that no one was close to it, and even after sitting down, she still stared at the door, weary that someone might be trying to listen to our conversation.

"What's it I didn't tell you?" I asked. "You could give me a hint, mum."

"It's about Amon and you."

That instance, I felt my body warm up, and I turned my face away from her. She didn't rush into saying another line, but just waited for me to say something. But I had nothing I wanted her to know.

"Amon is old news, besides why should I talk about him when I already have a mate?" I feigned annoyance.

"You didn't tell me you were pregnant." She shot at me.

This time, I went mute. The defenses I was trying to pull went off, and I felt my palms sweating as the heat in the room seemed to increase.

"You decided to hide it from me? From your mother?"

I didn't give an answer, and she let the time go, patiently waiting for me to speak up. She opened the door to look outside, still trying to confirm that no one was peeking on us.

"I've been watching you," she said. "Recently, you've always been throwing up, and you think that can slide without my notice?"

"I didn't know how to tell you… It could ruin me. You know that. Father would have been too disappointed in me, and the shame on me… I can't stand it."

My eyes became wet as though everything was happening again.

"At least you should have told me," she patted my back. "You've already planned to pin it on Gerald, haven't you?"

I didn't answer, but she already understood what I had in mind. There was no other way for me to go about it.

"How are you sure he wouldn't notice anything?" She asked.

I couldn't gauge that, but I had a feeling he wouldn't notice anything. I'm just a month and few weeks pregnant, how was he going to suspect when he already slept with me?

"There wouldn't be a need for him to suspect. I'm sure of that."

"Be careful how you go about it."

I left her room, and Gerald was already preparing for us to leave. He hadn't planned to stay in our pack for more than a day, but the marking process that he hadn't foreseen had made him. He had just an extra shirt and trousers. The maids had helped pack my clothes, getting ready to take them to his cart.

"You wouldn't need all this," he said. "You will have new ones."

"Is something wrong with my clothes?"

The idea of leaving my clothes behind didn't quite click in my head. They weren't low valued as I was the only daughter of an Alpha.

"No, nothing wrong with them." His hand went around my waist, trying to sound all friendly.

"Then what is it with changing them?" The sound of my voice came out rushed.

"My pack is different from yours, and everything about the dressing is not the same. I hope you understand."

I sighed, allowing my body to fall on the bed. He should do whatever he wants, I thought.

But then… His eyes glinted. It was a green spark that lasted for less than a second.

"You eyes… They sparked." I got myself out of the bed, my fingers pointing at his eyes, and my mouth wide open.

"You saw sparks?" He had taken the look of a confused person.

"Yess… I saw it… What was that?"

He shook his head. "I don't understand you, you saw something in my eyes?"

My hand went down from pointing at him. Maybe it was just my imagination or I was hallucinating. I doubted I wasn't, but how could his eyes have sparked?

"No." I withdrew myself to sit on the bed. "It's nothing."